as you heard, its the nerd, resurfacing in perfect sync
submerged in ink, immersed in word as the cursor blinks
eventhough you can't see, you know my fervor stings
ever since I learned to think, therapy disturbed the shrink
giving you back your punches that only further your stink
like, "I DON'T LISTEN TO RAP BUT I'M DOWN WITH MURDEROUS INK"
i see your fear-faces cos I always hurt you some
twenty beers later and a flawless verse is done
to murder one, i guess my styles to much to deserve
got the cipher shambled and burn like god abandoned the earth
from angel it just seems, i strangle your kid's dreams
did it in 30 secs or the length of a sixteen
ever since i kicked the door, your poor men fell back
and i have it up here now i'm getting the belt strap
to pelt ass with the assistence of hell's wrath
and the diction and spells cast, infliction that melts drafts (yeaaaaaaaaaah)

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!

do you take me to be nothing...or maybe real?
the thug appeal, breaking bats and clubbing baby seals
you actors are nervous, cuz such a lack of a purpose
at times makes me the deepest without ever scratching the surface
leaves spines rocked with mine I kinda shock facilities
drop soliloquies and undermine impossibilities
influenced by the greatest, now whose to say i'm tasteless
its cute when you vagrants, try to duplicate my statements
yeah i'm underground, but pursuant the basement
i dust the musk and rust off to elucidate my fragrance
another substanceless track with nothing but fact comprise it
befuddle and made cuz im up in the stats and rising
get excited when i think of what you fags confide in
from staten island to ireland every cats surmising
with all truth, propriety, compute the notoriety
a fluke in a suit, son, i'm a mutant in society

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!

roger federer match point and i'm swinging a serve
i mean how could you not enjoy everything that youve heard?
I've anointed your hymen, after each joint i'm divining
jesus christ whats the fucking point of me rhyming
your sucking is endless, just come to your senses
winking and giving a thumbs up to you bum-fuck contenders
this game i came at it and now the trough is packed
taking hits of brain matter till i'm off my ass
till i'm squeamish and sick and the demons insist
i keep screaming at kids from teens to the pigs
that "this season you pricks can eat my feces and shit"
then you all can really get a taste of a piece of my gift

funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
cuz i'm a funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!
funky motherfucker, yeeaaaaaaaaaaah!