In this corner we have the funk bodysnatcher
 P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough
 That I can chew a whole bag of rocks
 Chew an Avenue  chew an off street and off block
 Then turn around and do the same damn thing to a soloist
 Cause Reggie Noble's pissed
 I crush your whole brain frame
 Cause you couldn't maintain the funk
 That have your rap style for lunch  chump
 Cause 92  I take a whole crew
 Give them a punch of the funk, knock all of their gold tooth loose
 (POO POW)
 To show you what type of stuff I'm on
 You can't puff or sniff it
 Because I was born with it
 The Funkadelic Devil, hit you with the rap level of 10
 Then 1, 2, 3 You're pinned
 I get action, so everybody jump wit your rump
 If you like the way it sounds punk,
 Pump it in your back trunk
 And let loose with the juice when I do rock
 I'm too hot, some say I got more Juice then Tupac
 (STRAIGHT OUTTA JERSEY)

 You heard me, my brother
 Im laughin,
 TIME 4 SUM ACTION

 Lights, camera, cock back the hammer
 (EXPLOSION!)
 Straight from the land of the lost
 I'ma hit you with the funk force
 That makes you run your rap style back to the crack vile
 Brotha
 Then strike a pose like Madonna
 My mom's kicked me out because I did what I want to
 The original P-Funk stroke a trunk of funk
 Then you saw caps cause my jaw snaps with the raw raps
 So color me bad, plus color me black
 For the funk that I pack, Red freak it to the funk track
 (THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
 Come on and let me kick
 (THE FUNKY FLY STUFF)
 Just to show you where the HELL I COME FROM
 I get dumb with the 1, 1-2
 Check my rep, I'm a hit when I have sex
 (like this)
 Make you twist to the list
 Of a funky brain cell when it's puffed on a spliff
 And all that, the hi hat, go buy that,
 Listen, look, OOPS, brother where your eyes at?
 There on the floor, pick em up
 While I pour a lil funk down your brain punk
 Listen to my name chump
 (REDMAN READY TO ROCK)
 I got a glock
 THEN, POW!, your body is all over the block
 Tryin to step to ths, the Exorcist, kick it
 I git mad wicked when the twin cocks the buscuit
 And blow your head off, just for askin
 "Who's the one rappin?"
 (POO POW)
 TIME FOR SUM ACTION

 *spoken*
 Yo, 1992, Redman gets paid
 Yeah, know what Im sayin
 We not goin for the Okee Doke, believe that
 Hit Squad is defineteliy in the house
 (IN THE HOUSE)
 For the brothers who dont be knowin what's up
 Word is bond, I gotta show them the flava....

 AAAAH...
 back to the funk track, like Black Sheep
 My man, he say, "Who's the Redman?"
 "Where's the Redman?"
 I kill, I smother, I get down with the...

 (YO, YO, YO! CHIIL, G. CHILL La. It's over man.
 You ain't gotta say no more, it's over