The Funk

Coming in with the sauce like I'm Bobby Bob Ross
You can kiss my fucking ass but don't forget the lip gloss
There is no competition I battle my own war
It's me and the boss we drank a Heiny two-four
Man you have no idea who your facing
Try to keep up with these stupid flows and pacing
Gotta give respect to the ice cream man
But he's selling other sorts of products right behind his van
Free delivery is how his fucking business ran
He's giving out free samples that is a part of his plan
I'm like a prodigy and a blessing to you all
I'm zooming down the highway within the UHAUL
So beep, beep, beep get the fuck out of my way
Get your bum right off the road go and drive another day
So beep, beep, beep get the fuck out of my way
Get your bum right off the road go and drive another day

Imma take a little trip down memory lane
I was cooking in the kitchen and I couldn't complain
Turn up the fucking gain time to pop the champagne
Collecting all the lettuce from bills to romaine
You verses me now that's gonna be a push
First, I'd drop the empty tall can of light Busch
Second, take a bath you reek of loud Kush
It was so fucking bad I had to go shush
Third and last of all the final protocol
I'm gonna smoke you out like packs of minty menthol
When your feeling small I'm not answering your call
I'm occupied and looking for the booze and alcohol
It's ten in the morning get the Kraken down and pouring
Take a shot without a warning we'll be drinking till the morning
And when it is the afternoon I'm acting like a loony tune
Buzzing now I feel immune I guess we'll see what's coming soon



Credits
Writer(s): Chef Borges
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