I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
 Cause my brain is twisted  so I cock the biscuit
 Cause shit's thick  some say I'ma bastard of a swift bitch
 negro  funkin it with the style in your ear bro
 To make you _Fear_ me like _Cape_ without Robert DeNiro
 You big pussy  so funky that you have to douche me
 You can't hear me then my record label didn't push me
 I know I'm sayin fuck too many times in my rhymes
 but if I wasn't bad, I wouldn't freak it in the line
 But it don't seems to matter cause my shit get fatter and fatter
 I'll do the funk in your face and it slaps ya
 How does it feel with the face full of funk
 with the bass in your trunk, weed laced with the blunt
 I puff, I never got snuffed, bust while I dust your monkey
 ass off then I just crush on the hush hush
 So if you want a taste of the funk from the gutter
 Ask the brothers (why?) Cause I'm bad (word to mothers)

 "I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
 "I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
 "I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
 "I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"

 Yo yo, check this out
 This is for y'all hokey-pokey punk pussy motherfuckers
 Just to show y'all I do what the FUCK I wanna do
 I want y'all to check this on the real
 And yo, check this out

 [fast bass beat drops in]
 Shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it! C'mon shake it!
 Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now? Whassup now?
 Whattup now? Hahahahah

 (Yo Red, c'mon, get back to the track man, I wanna get out of here!)

 Yo kid chill, aight aight check it out
 Flexy I'm sexy when I'm standin in my drawers
 If you can't check me when I'm rappin, put the tape on pause
 And listen to the incredible shit that I kick my man
 Give me five on the backhand then stick
 your finger in a hole and chop the stick quick
 cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit
 Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels
 I swing hardcore, so I walk, holdin my tools
 The original P-Funk, takes no junk, from a chump, or punk G
 I been this way every since nine months
 So get down while I rip the raps from my lips cause
 my shit's more deep, than any tape from Enigma
 The gettin nice, thinkin killer brother who pop trash
 Basic instinct -- I'm a shoot us and they got blasted
 much ass I kick, groove to the master mix
 My song still pumps when it's not even mastered, bitch!
 My shit's very chronic so rewind it
 Cause it's like.. eh-eh-eh-eh beyond, bionic!
 Cause I'm a wild and crazy guy! No lie!
 Last brother to battle me I started pissin in his eye
 I'm bad, word to mother to the motherfuckin Hubbard
 Eatin her curds and whey, puffin spliffs cause she doesn't
 And if you still don't under-fuckin-stand where I'm comin from
 Listen to my nine, understand where it's hummin from!

 "I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
 "I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed"
 "I'm a bad.." "Yo word to the mother" (3X)
 "I'm a bad.." "Bad bad, and a wicked in bed