I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen That's how I'm rollin' Calvin Klein's no friend of mine So I don't like Marky or the monarchy Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone I leave you sulkin' on my load like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone So get a grip like Stephen Tyler I used to trip with the Divine Styler Back in the days there were Irish ways And Irish laws stand up for the cause When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man Well, it's the D to the A, double N Y B O Y 'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson I got the gun so the drama you could save it Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin' I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it ain't Joe, The Writer The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel 'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth So step to the next head or like Sadat X said He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be Don't stand so close to me © MCA MUSIC PUBLISHING; WB MUSIC CORP.; SOUL ASSASSIN MUSIC; IRISH INTELLECT MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com