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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