[intro]
Umph
So funky!
Nasty!
Hey!

Verse 1: [brother marquis]
Im nasty as I wanna be
I express myself so vulgarly
Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it
Thats why some suckas wanna stall it
Some people worry about the wrong thing
But why worry about what were sayin?
cause were gonna do what we wanna do,
And if yall dont like it, well then fuck you too!
People dont know unless you tell them so
But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto
We did ask you to publicize us,
But it was you who created the fuss
And blew the whole thing out of proportion
You should worry about your topics like abortion
So I fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky
Fuck you all, and let us get so funky!

Verse 2: [fresh kid ice]
Singin this song, movin along
Provin to the suckas that I keep gettin
Stronger than what ya been hearin
Kid ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin
I kick it funky to show my courage
When schoolin others, I kick the knowledge
For those who hate me, I pray youll miss me
If you find out you had dissed me
Ill treat you like a child and smack ya head
Feed you dick, put you to bed
Look you in the eye and know youre fessin
Make you take notes of the lesson
The rhythm is something I cannot hide
A feelin that I feel, deep inside
So talk about me while I make my money
Kid ice is known to be so funky!

Verse 3: [brother marquis]
Some say Im crazy and I got problems
An evaluation might help solve em
The funky-mack-nasty, filthy-mack-funky
Stankin (? ), the wino junkymentally scarred, always barred
Slightly deranged, a half-way retard
Goin off insanely, tryin to retain me
Tried to capture my rapture, but couldnt contain me
I put em in shambles, makin examples
cause once I get started, Im hard to handle
You cant keep me back, you cant forget that
I heard the chit-chat; you said that Im wack
But anyway, thats okay
I try not to hear what the niggas say
So I just fiend for the funk like a dope-fiend junky
Excuse me yall, and let me get so funky!

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