No Limit to the Funk
My art is extreme and a part of a scheme called rap
But walled and trapped then battle and rattle whack crap
Cats write bent scripture which represent a picture of weakness
Scrimmage with troops so my images are grouped under sleekness
See haters in theatres because they’re trying to act and lying
About facts so I smack down these whack clowns with frying
Pans and Tupperware, my plan bright so I handwrite and strokes
A pen and my hopes begin to look up, shook up about the spokes
On my bicycle the chrome glitter so at home consider chain lube
As a plain dude that can win with SCHIWN so my game rude
Look I dodge fakes they like large apes with dog like muzzles
My rhymes clogs their hussles in the fog my eye vision tussles
Dispatches heat leave dark colored patches on cheeks so wash
Your face and march on pace drum majors lots of freaks get squash
My step doubles as I’m left with troubles I stay thug god bless J HUD
Family no love for this type calamity somebody lost it, thirst for blood
Some cats walk among the wild like a young child and lie like crazy
And become a cry baby pledge wrecked when they neglect the lazy
Rhymes in their rap, my trends are different, attend these infants like baby
Sitters, dispatcher of sparks got a bachelor of arts an academic degree
No limit to the spree I spit like Master P I’m a disaster like storm debris
My art is extreme and a part of a scheme called rap
But walled and trapped then battle and rattle whack crap
Cats write bent scripture which represent a picture of weakness
Scrimmage with troops so my images are grouped under sleekness
See haters in theatres because they’re trying to act and lying
About facts so I smack down these whack clowns with frying
Pans and Tupperware, my plan bright so I handwrite and strokes
A pen and my hopes begin to look up, shook up about the spokes
On my bicycle the chrome glitter so at home consider chain lube
As a plain dude that can win with SCHIWN so my game rude
Look I dodge fakes they like large apes with dog like muzzles
My rhymes clogs their hussles in the fog my eye vision tussles
Dispatches heat leave dark colored patches on cheeks so wash
Your face and march on pace drum majors lots of freaks get squash
My step doubles as I’m left with troubles I stay thug god bless J HUD
Family no love for this type calamity somebody lost it, thirst for blood
Some cats walk among the wild like a young child and lie like crazy
And become a cry baby pledge wrecked when they neglect the lazy
Rhymes in their rap, my trends are different, attend these infants like baby
Sitters, dispatcher of sparks got a bachelor of arts an academic degree
No limit to the spree I spit like Master P I’m a disaster like storm debris