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Well, here's the intro It's nice and simple Cuz Son's the nympho Yo, there's the info I'm the B-boy Who takes out decoys Like Leonard Nimoy I heard Bruce Leroy I'm catchin' bullets With my teeth To make it brief Yo, I got no beef But I'm feelin' iry That's in my diary My voice is fiery Fuck my rivalry I drink pina colady I get diabolic Like the bubonic Plague Egg is the shape of my dome Don't bring it home if you can't use a comb I side with the Dukes For all my folks I rock the crowd and go for broke Songtexte[Chorus:] Cuz the funk's on me... the funk's on me... the funk's on me [x2] I'll do the tango to the Star Spangled Play the bango then eat a mango Cuz I funk daily Like Pearl Bailey I'm not an Israeli But I'm hittin' like Halley's Comet Drop it Funk is the topic I'm off like a rocket A porno in a pocket I'm different Funk's what I'm stimpin' Like Andy Griffith Think I'll go fishin' Catch me a crooner The crazy Son dueler Mr. Wang also got big fat cojones Step to the fellow Like Abbott and Costello I'm kinda mellow yet I can't stand yellow [Chorus x4] [Bridge] I kick the phat funk For your back trunk No, I smack punks Who's Michael Jackson? Cuz I rock a party Good golly Miss Molly Know I'm flava like beef teriyaki Skills are scorchin' Here's a portion Punk, use caution Like Wheel of Fortune Go round and round Where will it stop? I throw hip hop So I'll never get dropped The Soul Assasin Who's strong like Sampson I'm ill like Manson I'm harrassin' Empty MC's So punk, don't tempt me You know I'm flava Just like dente [Chorus x6] Aus Songtexte Mania