Lyrics:
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat
Nobody heard (his fingers)
He was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly
And so he seized
[Liffy Stokes]
Its been a lot of shit talking go flapping
Nigga fuck this rapping
I'm about scrapping busting caps in killing motherfuckers napkin
I'm all
Idiot groups with no shape or form
Out of their heads on a quid of blow
The shapeless kecks flapping up a storm
Look at what they are: a pack
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
makeup
And their heroin breath
And all the little fishes are flapping wildly
On their hooks
While all the top critics find great meaning
In
feeding
Like a top hat tipping
Like a dropped rat skipping
Like a tin horn glowing
Like a gin storm blowing
Like a neck tie flapping
Like a rich guy
a bedsheet flapping in the wind
And watch their ghosts pass stigma'd by one another
Never thinking, considering
And behold they do not notice, but I will
Unaware of how in love lack was with she
One day she quit flapping her arms at last
Convinced that she'd accomplished nothing at all
When lack heard this
little red MP
Yellow flapping hopelessly
Tory like the cat with the cream
Tory like the cat with the cream
I studied you in history
I studied in
synagogues and claiming that
Hitler was King of the Jews
Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls
A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls
Sssh, Howard
a tear
To make me notice
You started to shout
Then you and all your midgets
Started flapping your
Tiny arms all about
They said
You were a wise man
Stadium
2nd base, right over there
I see Grandma in her rocking chair
Watching linens flapping in the breeze
And all the fellows choosing up their teams
confinement all my design
You and me
Pathetic we cling
We think that we're free
Ugly
You and me
You see, you see the real me
So obscene
Flapping
as their eyeballs are rolling
And flapping their tongues as they're losing their marbles
That's the way Sam's play around
That's the way Sam's play
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
Petro-dragonic Apocalypse
Petro-dragonic Apocalypse
Flapping wings, weaving through
Crocodile, obsolete
Flattened, raze, spraying flames
Blood
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
the funky chicken, y'all ready?
You raise the left arm up
And your right arm too
Let me tell you just what to do
Start both of 'em to flapping
You
flapping
Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing
'Tis the sound mother dear of the autumn winds dying.
There's a form at the casement, the form of her true
make that crack music (nigga!), uh
That real Black music (nigga!)
The only singles that I'm dropping are the ones
Flapping at the band of your white
and reacting
On a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yapping and flapping
I lose my cool, then Ill start slapping and smacking
You wanna roll? then Albee start
the sky
And turn blue without you
These arms like a purpose
Flapping like a humming bird
I'm nervous cuts
I'm the left eye
You're the right
Would it
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