[Verse 1]
So you think you're hardcore?
I smash your face in with your Ford car door
Call my four bars raw, I cause more gore with straw swords
Than you would strapped with a 44
Bring ya kids in the room I'm quick to frighten them
I spit dark sh** colder than liquid nitrogen
You'll need to numb the pain with prescipted vicodin
Open the can of petrol stick the lighter in
Inflicting lightening like thunder
You might wonder, why I'm such a grim motherf**er
A kid pushed me, made me trip and fall
And I smashed my head right into the brick wall
That Sam kid took his aim and slammed it
I felt damn sick and now I'm brain damaged
What's with the kid, strapped with a nine in my primary
Shot the witnesses, good luck with the pigs finding me
[Hook x4]
I live for the funk
I die for the funk
I live for the funk
I die for the funk
[Verse 2]
Shoot a f*ggot in the back and grab him by the front
Puff on the Paki Black and stab him with the blunt
Shock the bystanders like twenty volts
Bam, bam, bam! 'til I'm strapped with empty colts
f** the whole rap thing
I'll be a crack king strapped with a Gatling
If the f**er don't pay up I'll pistol whip the guy
And f** getting caught, I'd rather slit my wrist and die
Crack dealing and rape is the plot
A bit of cash stealing then escape from the cops
Queer arse mates are acting feminine as f**
I hack them open and squeeze lemon in the cut
Want me to quit rap? Well the answer is no
I'll spread through the genre like a cancerous growth
I'll put your fans in the snow, hijack the van to your show
Slap out the Tec 9, finish the banter and go because
[Hook x4]
I live for the funk
I die for the funk
I live for the funk
I die for the funk