Got another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme
Got another funky rhyme
Another funky rhyme
Another funky, funky rhyme

Aw shit, man, thats the icp!!!
This is my jam!!!
I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void g!!!
Aw, shit!

Well, they let the gate up so I bail
Its been six months pick me up from the county jail
With a smog mother payin my dues
Steel toliets, worn blankets, and rubber shoes
But I aint naggin
Here come the fellas I can hear the muffler draggin
8 men in the car long
And the faygo is almost gone
My nuts are kinda hard so I need a mate
So my homeboys cousin set me up with a blind date
She said pick me up at three
Cant bitch, the bus don't ride your street, ho
We gonna eat at mexican village
Take a cab and Ill pay the tab
And when she showed, well, Ill be damned
Left my wallet at home on the tv stand
Have her pay him and for dinner too
The knot in my sock, it done bit you
She's all prettied up for nothing
I'm smelling like shit and my chin is scruffing
And I'm chewing on my food like a pitbull
Cuz I wont front for the ho
Stuck my face in a bowl of soup
And just sucked it all up threw my missin tooth
The bitch jumped up with a boom
I have to fix my hair and broke to the bathroom
She's got the tab, so I go for mine
And order up some 52 vintage wine
Hey, louie, bring a fuckin steak with that
Motherfuckers like jail say fuck dat
She's back now and her hair aint fixed
Probably took a long greasy-ass smelly shit
I aint saying nothing though
I aint saying nothing bout the funkin ho
What's up bitch, I'm ready to break
How long can one fat bitch take?
Quite snacking and pay me saps
Cuz we goin home to meet her pops*

So joe, what is that you do for a living?
Aww, come on pops, you seen me selling rocks on
Verner and springwell. matter fact, I think I sold
To that fat bitch in the kitchen