(repeated endlessly)
 So get me on the mic I'll be the ill funk fella
 Here comes the fingers on the ill funk flow
 Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows
 I'm coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver
 'Cause ain't nobody liver than the Mr. Mad Miser
 With the Fingers I'll bring you something new to scoop up
 From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up
 Old funk grooves 'cause we'll move you with the live shit
 So peace to the crew one two you don't quit
 Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong
 Rhymes dripping off the lip it's like I'm singing the lemon song
 Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb
 'Cause I'll be getting funky like your mom's under arms
 Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac
 Then repeat chorus again