swingin more shit than tarzan (word em up) I freak the ill tactics cause i'ma ghetto bastard Some say my rap style is drastic Whoahh, I tear the frame
Devilish rockin' in hell Mind of a psycho funk I sell The U-N-H-O-L-Y just as well I think I gotta buzz from the quart of Champelle Time to get wicked
done fucked up, punk So I gots to unleash a trunk of this gangsta funk See what you did was make a player mad And now I got to tear a gap out your bitch
Now these fine ladies, they had a plan They was out to meet the boys in the band They said, "Come on dudes, let's get it on!" And we proceeded to tear
a bullet on my block, How you dope when you payed for your billboard spot [Chorus:] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor
SERENA: Honey what cha crying at You're not losing him to that Both her hair and shoes are flat And why is she so rude? MARGOT: Wipe your tears it's
fix a plate of ghetto love with grits eggs and bacon let me wipe away your ghetto tears misery and pain all you need is a passport I got the hookup and a private plane
ya We're here to headline the bill and Featuring Funk Doc, Tical and the villain A mic murder for hire, ten grand a killin Yo Funk Doc, pass
a bullet on my block How you dope when you payed for your Billboard spot? Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin
tear away Because we feared our love was shaking us Our hearts were taking us higher and higher Our work was second to none But we got in the way Career plans
, this, this is a test of the emergency smokecast system Yo, yo, yo Funk doc is on a world tear jumpin' thirteen thousand feet Out of plane in the air
way he cant talk And James lookin like a sweetheart aka a poptart Leavin niggaz wit shocked hearts IM DA KING And imma be and aint no thang when I rip diz kat tear
you dope when you payed for your billboard spot? [Chorus:] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha
up state of mind and I'm packin a nine and I'm not trippin' 'Cause I'm strapped, thinkin' about my nigga, took out in the game RIP, plan B, Jessie was
car brakes Started off with a duel player and casette tapes By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals and let the funk recreate it And
Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall blue and black Pennys' Listenin to Faith on the Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before Diddy
D be in me, then the king I be the microphone is granted when it's handed to me I was planted on this planet and I plan to emcee the emcee fiends only