Word is bond  word is me
 Smokin mad blunts  and all the fronts and
 Check it out  whatcha want and
 Go on with slang  well get to bang  rockin my thang
 Funkadelic  hit you with irrelevant  heyyyy

 Micraphone check  I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks
 I'm known for smokin ass cracks til I get ass flashbacks
 So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can
 *bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO
 Come back in to fatten to funky tracks
 Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back
 Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit
 I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany
 Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit
 Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit
 Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch
 the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit
 So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy
 I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis
 Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
 Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth
 Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite
 The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right
 I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight
 Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right
 Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
 I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted
 Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which
 makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh
 So on and on and let me kick the rab
 That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin ass

 You wanna see me get cool, the original rude bwoy, fuck with the new toys
 Like pistols, I dismiss crews, so order some new boys
 Blast the funky buddha's lockin ash up in my body
 For Fozzy Patsi I bring Sad Days to niggaz constant...
 ..ly! Freak Funkadelic phrases cause I'm true school
 I'm fuckin Madonna down to Smurfette down one down to M'bufu
 Funks formatic, the fat shit, the wicked basket from caskets
 Plus I'm rollin blunts with niggaz ashes
 Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
 I deserve an Oscar for pullin glocks out niggaz mouths cuz
 I kill like that, plus I roll like that
 I'm that guy with cerebral-palsy even Bo knows that
 BUT FUCK THAT, we drop the new runner to get some ganja
 Goin Uptown, we check Benny Red out, he pulls the smack out
 Then roll up the bills-nilz, or better yet the pute
 the loo-pay, rank near my nost to rock the block
 Hittin niggaz upside the head with rocks in socks, glock on cock
 Back, trigger-hap, P P P rockin that unity
 Motherfucker! Yeah yeah motherfuckers, it's on it's on it's on

 Throw your hands in the air, and wave em like you just don't care
 And if you haven't been fucked, by the Soopaman Luva
 Let me hear you say, oh yeahhyeah!
 Oh yeahhyeah! Funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
 facts and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
 Flick slaps em back, come on and fuckin up tracks
 Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
 Come on and, I get Wilson like Pickett then stick it
 She wanna check me when I'm lickin your ass
 And lickin ya down to your clitoris
 Do you remember this, bitch, I know you're kinda hearin this
 Style that I'm kickin, yes I'm mad wicked
 Funkadelic, runs the mad train up your anus!
 Baby, cause I'm famous!
 Nope, I didn't mean that
 The mean fat black fat tracks and old dreams at
 I'm all teen strapped, sports a bean hat
 Want to rhyme to be down, but homey ain't gonna bean that