Lyrics:
Metatron stand strong with a mic in his hand
Extracting funk from the either to pump through your speaker
I'm gonna summon a governor fuck being a commoner
GOT THIS NEW SONG IT'S DOPE MAN) COMPACT DISC TO THE PRIME IS OPTIMIST FANS AND FRIENDS I'M UNIVERSALLY COSMIC CONCRETE JUNGLES ABOUND YOU STAND BY
the Jane bury torch carry the flame
I bombard em a whole garden of funk stone cold hearted a pump at close range when I dump dearly departed
Doing better
Who can call me when I am inside
The motherland got bad words for your mom, it's not that hard to be funk
felony broken out against a punk
All of you
what I'm living
The ghetto is the gang
La calle 27
You know what's up
So quit faking the funk
Before I reach in the trunk
And pull out the gauge pump
Bow
Rambling when asking him, where has Carole Baskin been
I ate her husband, but I ain't her cousin
Flossing like Bob Ross, paint by numbers
These babes are
(Pump funk fo the people)
Yeah
Come around my way
Come around my way
It's the Big Ill with the Al
(This is for the homies)
[ VERSE 1: Al Skratch
don't erupt
Bankrupt , disrupt
I'm the byproduct
So fucked, in funk
Made your all dreams shrunk
Just junk, ain't drunk
Cut my tree to a stump
Big pump ,
punk, drunk driving with a pump on the seat
Now I’m dumping mad funk on beats
I’m lounging paper counted
I just came back from another county
Your hustle
Just listen up cause I'ma practice here
Pump up the bass
Or whatever it takes
To make the earth shake
As quick as I get a chance to begin
And let
a ride in a Benz or a Beamer
304 have you seen her? Have you seen her?
AM, pump with the trunk of funk
Won't luck fuck for a trunk of stuff
Wouldn't
a ride in a Benz or a Beemer
304 have you seen her? Have you seen her?
A.M, pump with the trunk of funk
Won't luck fuck for a trunk of stuff
Wouldn't
I was lost for minute
I don't miss it
Seen too many dead and gone In the trenches
And this world sick viscous
I'm reminiscing
Cold killings got me
round I might just skeet
Pump and dump all the funk ain't free
I'm a grade A flunk and I spunk my P
But I'm still a good lad no violent spree, I want
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
pop my collar for me when I flot
That's why in they cats money, oh no, say it ain't so!
[Mannie Fresh]
Double action pump, in the back of the trunk
make mean lean when I pump my spunk
And hands of chump, of machine gun funk
I bliss, like the fist of the mantis
Those who oppose get dropped and hit
rhymes on lay away
But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat
Do me a favor
And tell your neck that I ain't finished yet
[Chorus: x4]
I
lettuce, melons and karats
I'm embarrassed by your added arrogance and lack of effort
Niggas can't handle a queen, so they settle for a Stepford
Well, me
Follow in the fight flashlight in sight of spies, make em run for them lives
Like a mouse in the house plan, nows time to pronounce them
Funk flows in
the pumpkin
White girl like what we bumping
I'm a get it right by month end
Yeah Yeah Yeah
You know we spiking the luncheon
Like my drank with some funk n it
If
like you
So fist pump to the funk and yell kick it old school
I'm in my zone on this microphone
I'm in my zone on this microphone
I'm in my zone on this
You say it's insanity
It has to be for packing a gun
I'd rather ride with the steel
Than die without one
Now buck on me
And I'll return like
funk bitch ill pull up and ill pop the trunk
Pistol grip pump let it dump watch your body slump
This ain't what you want serving haters out here red rum
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