text: A wanna be gangster thinkin hes a wise guy
  Rob another bank, hes a sock em in the eye guy
  Tank head, Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy
  Look him the eye, hes not my kinda guy
  Never wanna be confusion proof
  Puddings sweet but too aloof
  Orange eye girl with a backslide dew said
  Yo, homie, who you talkin to?
  A backed up paddywagon mackin on a cats ass
  One uppercut to the cold upper middle class
  Born to storm on boredoms face
  Add a little lust to the funky ass Flea bass
  Most in the race just lose their grace
  The blackest hole in all of space
  Crooked as a hooker, now suck my thumb
  Anybody wanna come get some?
   Youll never know
  Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
   Youll never know
  Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
  Dont ask me why Im flyin so high
  Mr. Bubble meets superfly in my third eye
  Searchin for a soul-bride, shes my freakette
  Soak it up inside, deeper than a secret
  Much more than meets the eye
  To the funk, I fall into my new ride
  My hand, my hand
  Magic on the one is a medicine man
  Thinkin of a few taboos that I ought to kill
  Dancin on their face like a stage in Vaudeville
  I feel so good cant be understood
  Booty of a hoodlum rockin my red hood
   Youll never know
  Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go
   Youll never know
  Funky motherfuckers will not be told to go