Madd Skillz

Before I start this jam

Hold up, let me tell you who I am

I'm mr. Funkee

Aka the motherfucking man

That's right the man

Girlfriend got her knocked up

Big money clocker, chief rocka, boot knocker

Mc's are on their knees, mc's I'm locking 'em in my trunk and

The funk is no punk and I kick donuts like dunkin'

People scream "oooh aah" because what the lords did

I'm liver than 355 newborn kids

Then somebody tests me, there's guaranteed a trial

They gotta burn like the [?] to be half as good as I am

So bottom line look out for [?] and try to test me and

Funkee man will walk all over your ass like a pedestrian

Not the type of kid that you get over on brother

You talk about me? I talk about your mother

No need to sweat a record, funkee man packs mad skills

I got a book of rhymes that stretch from here to the catskill's

I guess you thought you scared me with your ass like hokey spooky

You need to get a pamper, cause the stuff you wrote was dookie

I know that when you wanted to touch the vital part [?]

As soon as you open your mouth your breath starts stinking

Sorry you've been had, see my style is simply mad

If rap was parenthood, you might have to call me dad

Or grandpop, my [?] is crazy long and I

Hoping to make you part of this cause yo you ain't that fly

Mad skills, mad skills

Yeah you know we got 'em

Mad skills, mad skills

Yep, yep we got 'em

Oh my God, or my lord

One stomp, two stomp

Chomp, chomp, chomp that's how I eat my comp'

Doitall has got style so dig it, dig it

(Doitall, doitall!)

What?

(Go 'head and kick it!)

I am what I am so I guess I'm just flam

And slam like lightening so I say "shazam"

I'm different

So don't compare me to another

But call an undertaker cause I'm burying motherfuckers

At hype shows, the beat rose from check it to psycho

You might wanna turn your head before I tug my nuts low

Last kid who stepped up, got strangled with the mic cord

(Haha, straighten that ass out like an ironing board)

Noooow, no no no, I'm not with the bullshit

Doitall and funkee man come equipped

With the tech of my nine and nine mil' clip

But not from the barrel it's straight from the lips

So back up brother

My tongue is blasting

I'll eat that ass today and tomorrow I'm fasting

Mc's can not see this, I'm like a chameleon

On a scale to one to ten I'm like a nine (million!)

They told you I was nice then they didn't tell no lies

I'm better with the mic than your grandma is with pies

Just hand me the mic, it's guaranteed that I will rock it

I got so many skills that they're falling out my pocket

If stepping to us is wrong then

I don't know what y'all be thinking

They call me mr. Funkee man but

You're the one who's stinking

Then talk behind our back like

You're better than somebody

But yo man when I catch you, I hope you know karate

Or tae kwon do or judo

Kick boxing or jujitsu

You better learn something quick cause funkee's coming to get you

I swan kick bruce lee and slam lex luger

Mc's are scared of me so they should call me funkee kruger

Noooow I'm the rapper assuming to give them daily allowances

If rap was body weight you'd weigh

Like two pounds, three ounces

What ya needed?

I'm undefeated

What you expect?

So many titles under my belt I gotta wear it on my neck