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It's the mother phunking Junkeez
Taking you for a test drive Don't try to front The posse's gonna kick it live With a style so versatile Rocking the mic on top of the pile So turn up the system; push the level past 10 Hit record, sucker You'll want to hear it again So listen up, y'all while we demonstrate The doped up beat of the B-Boy Break. We're B-Boy tough We're B-Boy hard A two-man hit squad that will exterminate This is for real; we never perpetrate All you poseurs say you are hardcore Stalk us as prey, but we are the predators Feel the bass as the rhythm kicks in Guitar in the back with the snare drum fill-in We overpower with the vocal firepower An hour after hour, our rhymes stay high powered Our beats are on the upswing We say it in a rap because we do not sing Informers, performers We are the the brainstormers We do it like this because we're no conformers Thoughts and rhymes that always interlink Say what's on our minds because we do not lip sync A-B-C, what's it gonna be Are you ready for the rhythm Roachclip get down. We're B-Boy tough We're B-Boy hard Hooray, hooraw ya sis-boom-ba I shave my head but don't koombaya So get up Mr. Tambourine Man Like O.J. Simpson, I'll fly across the land in a second Build a shop, and I'll wreck it We're microphone checking so you best respect it Tracks on wax, that the facts Look out here comes a rap attack. We're B-Boy tough We're B-Boy hard |
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This is a sequal
To a song About a bitch who did me wrong She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil she's not on my level Shit, goddamn, what the fuck you think I am a sucker? Fuck that shit you cocksuckin Hold up, you're movin too fast Lettin everybody fuck that ass You're cashed, bitch Like a bowl in a bong You ain't nuthin but a song, hooker She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman Second verse is worse than the first Instead of getting better the shit worse Freebies, freebies, given up the freebies Teenage hooker given me the heebie jeebies Makin me feel like I'm all alone and that bitch is evil to the bone That's ok, I got my soul and I got my Phunk Junkeez She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman Fuck that bitch, devil bitch Fuckin bitch pissed me off you hurt my feelings you fucked my friends I'm buyin cigarettes, and I don't even smoke what the fuck I hope you choke She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman She's just a devil woman Rawr Fuckin bitch |
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What the fuck, Chuck
What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up Chuck got pulled at an early age In a pine box, man, he should've been engaged Chuck's chillin' hard on the other side of life Left a family, friends, possibly a wife Chuck didn't know that night he would die I wonder if he hears his mother cry Chuck put his life in the hands of another Who was drunk as a skunk, now he's six feet under What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck's up, Chuck, what the fuck were you thinkin'? Jumpin' in a ride with the motherfucker drinkin' You're thinking that shit won't happen to me And then bang, boom, crash into a big palm tree Now you're D to the E to the A to the D Three thousand degrees of fatality What a waste to lose a part of the crew So peace to deceased, Mr. Chuck Lemieux What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up Back in the days, he used to play the guitar I used to play the drums and we were gonna go far Hangin' out man, school harrassment was my thing Larry on bass and Scott tried to sing That's the time of my life, where did it go? Now Chuck is gone and that's the end of the show I miss my friend, I wish him well I know he woulda said, "aww what the hell!" What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck What the fuck, Chuck What the, what the fuck's up What the fuck! |
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