Eeeyeahh
 Wuditlooklike  to all you trick bitches
 and you punk ass niggaz out there
 I'm talkin to you live from WFDS
 We're From the DarkSide radio
 It's about two thousand degrees down this motherfucker
 But the funk just don't stop
 As we take y'all fat roly poly asses on another journey
 To the darkside...

 Verse One:

 Wuditlooklike? When I wipe off my sweat
 Verbally I'm Untouchable like Elliot Ness
 To the best of my ability I rock any facility
 And fuck the yellow cabs I smoke buddha out deliveries
 I'm just as high as the fuckin friendly skies
 When I'm, open, you can't even see my chinky eyes
 Cause the buddha I smoke, is no joke, when I'm loc'ed
 Then I wet it, then you be like -- that shit be soaked!!
 I'm saggin my.... Karl Kani...
 and Two Black Guys when I get busy like the L.I.
 Well I, swing it back and forth like a leaf
 Without traffic I flow like the B.Q.E.
 But I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class
 Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class
 PPP, got the glocks and techs
 And Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

 Chorus: repeat 4X

 I said wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)
 Wuditlooklike (wuditlooklike)

 Verse Two:

 A-hem...
 The Funk Doctor Spock blow the watt through your box
 I come hotter than Treach, you bet about callin the cops
 Because (this type of funk you don't hear on the regular)
 Rock six seven eight nine ten (to eleven ta)
 Knew my style got more powers than Cocoon
 Zoom your focus, I drop the mic and leave it smokin
 When I'm vexed, my concepts Wreck like Effect
 Verbal communications blow to the next ep
 I'm robbin your brains with antilogical, phenomical
 Suicidal with lethal type funk spread your nodules
 Straight up the weight up plus I max like a Beta
 Boy I fuck your head up like a blunt that's laced up
 The boogie verbalist, vocalist
 I get open with, puttin scannings on the fake soloist
 My style reachin down like Ike, switch up like dykes and
 You'll be tellin your psychologist wuditlooklike

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Wuditlooklike suckers, punk motherfuckers
 Bitches be actin funny, don't wanna show me no love cuz
 They think I'm crazy and like mentally sick
 Ahhh, give em the dick then they quiver like fish, then I
 Smoke a pound of herb a day, and yo
 Some bitches say, I'm the Mack like Maceo
 I don't be that I just beez the funk disease
 that leave MC's, recognizing like Sam Sneed
 The funkindominal, I bring drama to any rendezvous
 Rock three-sixty-five, twenty-four, Monday through
 That other shit, makes them other ship, flip
 funk ridiculous, inconspicous with lyrics
 A-uhhm, oh-seven-one-oh-three's where I from
 Been gettin dumb, every since Harlem World used to jump
 And that's for all them hardrock niggaz that's comin in flocks
 I bust off the glock for the hood and the block

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