| Lyrics: | "Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another
funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme"
"Aw shit, man, that's the ICP!!!
This is my
jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!!
Aw,
shit!"
[Violent J]
Well, they let the gate up so I bail
It's been six months pick
me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin' my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets,
and rubber shoes
But I ain't naggin'
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler
draggin'
8 men in the car long
And the Faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I
need a mate
So my homeboy's cousin set me up with a blind date
She said "Pick me up at
three"
Can't bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at Mexican
Village
Take a cab and I'll pay the tab
And when she showed, well, I'll be damned
Left
my wallet at home on the TV stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock,
it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is
scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I won't front for the ho
Stuck
my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin' tooth
The bitch jumped
up with a boom
"I have to fix my hair" and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go
for mine
And order up some '52 vintage wine
Hey, Louie, bring a fuckin' steak with
that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair ain't
fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I ain't saying nothing though
I ain't
saying nothing bout the funkin' ho
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