Funky Junk

P-p-papi, bitch
Back on it
Aight now listen up with your bitchass
This one's for the motherfuckin' funkadelic niggas out there
Feel that shit baby, through your bones
Come on, let's go

When I hear that funky junk you know I lose it
Hit that funky skunky junk I just abuse it
Niggas just can't touch my style, the beats, the bass, hold that stanky face babe
Cos when I hit my funky skunk you wanna tune in

Aight, allow me to alliterate
Coz concerningly seems sometimes similes simply can't cut it and consequently constantly all I see is rappers spitting synonyms, out simpimg on feminines, and fuckin rhyming on the beat
Where you slow cross bar flows go, enunciate, anticipate, obliterate, that's the way m-m-Mate
Y'all make me snap, can I slap along to this mo fire beat for a minute, simp niggas don't get it
When you're jiving around, the sound flows through you
If you feel it I can feel you too, communicate
It's that connection, the inflexion of the drum
You know I love to see it when you're whipping out your... Blunt homie, just prior to consumption. Sike nigga you thought, I ain't playing with you cousin
I got mofire beats, as previously stated. I'm tryna cross the nations
my crusade initiated. I've waited so long, now drop it uh

When I hear that funky junk you know I lose it
(Know I'm losing my shit, bae)
Hit that funky skunky junk I just abuse it
(I hit that funky skunk all night)
Niggas just can't touch my style, the beats, the bass, hold that stanky face babe
Cos when I hit my funky skunk you wanna tune in

They act a freak in the streets but a geek in the sheets, lemme repeat, niggas geekin when they beatin they meat.
I guess it never crossed your motherfuckin mind
That it might be fuckin time
For you to fuckin resign, rise and shine
Use less uselessness lest we never rest from the stress, of cleaning up your mess it's a test
Of my compassion, commitment, commit this crime one more time, you've held a knife to the fine line and that's fine but
A piece of string can only fray so much
Are you afraid? 'fraid not, this frayed knot don't phase me
I'm like a sine wave at 0 degrees, mad consistent Ups and down but sounds perfect, persistently
That's objective, the science states it
But unlike me they be boring, basic, so
Listen hard, let my words resonate, my frequencies go frequently hard, so let's face the facts it's fate

When I hear that funky junk I'm gonna lose it (When I hear that funky junk)
Hit that funky skunky junk I just abuse it
(Hit that funky skunky junk you're gonna lose it)
Niggas just can't touch my style, the beats, the bass, hold that stanky face babe
Cos when I get that funky skunk you gonna wanna tune in (You know you're gonna wanna tune in)
When I hear that funky junk you know I lose it (Oh I'm gonna lose it)
Hit that funky skunky junk I just abuse it (Gonna hit, hit, hit, hit the skunky junk)
Niggas just can't touch my style, the beats, the bass, hold that stanky face babe
(They can't touch my style)
Cos when I hit my funky skunk you wanna tune in
(Oh-whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa)