A wanna be gangster
Thinkin he s a wise guy
Rob another bank
He s a sock em in the eye guy
Tank head
Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy
Look him in the eye
He s not my kinda guy
Never be
Confusion proof
Pudding s sweet
But too aloof
Orange eye girl
With a backslide dew said
Yo homie
Who you talkin to
A backed up paddywagon
Mackin on a cat s ass
One upper cut
To the cold upper middle class
Born to storm
On boredom s face
And a little lust
To the funky ass flea bass
Most in the race
Just lose their grace
The blackest hole
In all of space
Crooked as a hooker
Now suck my thumb
Anybody wanna come get some

chorus:
If you have to ask
You ll never know
Funky motherfuckers
Will not be told to go

Don t ask me why
I m flyin so high
Mr. Bubble meets superfly
In my third eye
Searchin for a soul bride
She s my freakette
Soak it up inside
Deeper than a secret
Much more
Than meets the eye
To the funk
I fall into my new ride
My hand my hand
Magic on the one
Is a medicine man
Thinkin of a few
Taboos that I ought to kill
Dancin on their face
Like a stage on vaudeville

I feel so good
Can t be understood
Booty of a hoodlum
Rockin my red hood

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