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Come on, man, give me a dime
I got fienders for flavours of beats and rhymes
My brains gettin heavy, I feel mad rejection
I feel the rushin of your funk injection
So let me all have it all shit thats funky
And let me get to tweakin off this here chumpy
Drink up a cup of the distilled funk
It aint aged 12 years but its potent, punk
I aint passed out yet, I cant stop but Im close
To the 12-bore sureshot overdose
You see my heart palpitations pound with no limit
Another round comes down, Im all up in it
Im addicted, Im a junkie
Thats why I got to fiendin for the shit thats funky
Im just a addict addicted
Can ya please o.g. give me just another hit
Please o.g. I fiend ya for the funky shit
Bring it on now and let me rip the microphone
Wit the new style and make it funky to the bone now
Let me back up in this
I need another fix, Im knockin doors off hinges
Coz Im the type I have to take it all no strain
Just load it up and drop the beat now please inject my vein
Theres a chemical breakdown and balanced reaction
And I aint gettin down with just a portion of the fraction of the funk
No joke, I need it all, indeed
Now warm it up and line it up so I can feed my greed
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