Funkytown

Funky town up in my brain I leave these bustas beggin mane
Wassup with chu is you okay to see yo homies die in vain
If you got something in the mail you better run it's time for pain
This lesson that I'm teachin plain will leave you hoe ass bitch insane
We comin with artillery yo life is gon be history
We leave you with an injury to think about yo misery
This place is blown up mystery the floor is bloody slippery
Yo body parts are blown to pieces Dirtbxvnd, Murda victory

Bitch I'm from tha funky town, Murda gonna shoot ya down
Dirty comin through dis bitch don't give a fuck about no crown
All my partners on they shit, got no time fa no mo clowns
I smoke that shit till it's not lit that's right I'm smokin on some loud
Magazines, 45s, fully loaded double 9s
Cross the line, you gon die, protect tha castle that is mine
I feel fine, I'm so high, confident n that's no lie
Fuck yo life, it's worldwide, cross tha ocean time to ride



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Writer(s): Chainsaw Murda
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