Madd Skillz

[Verse One: Mr. Funkee] Before I start this jam Hold up, let me tell you who I am I'm Mr. Funkee AKA The Motherfucking Man That's right the man Girlfriend got her knocked up Big money clocker, Chief Rocka, boot knocker MC's are on their knees, MC's I'm locking 'em in my trunk and The Funk is no punk and I kick Donuts like Dunkin' People scream "Oooh aah" because what the Lords did I'm liver than 355 newborn kids Then somebody tests me, there's guaranteed a trial They gotta burn like the [?] to be half as good as I am So bottom line look out for [?] and try to test me and Funkee Man will walk all over your ass like a pedestrian Not the type of kid that you get over on brother You talk about me? I talk about your mother No need to sweat a record, Funkee Man packs mad skills I got a book of rhymes that stretch from here to the Catskill's I guess you thought you scared me with your ass like hokey spooky You need to get a Pamper, cause the stuff you wrote was dookie I know that when you wanted to touch the vital part [?] As soon as you open your mouth your breath starts stinking Sorry you've been had, see my style is simply mad If rap was parenthood, you might have to call me dad Or grandpop, my [stamina] is crazy long and I'm Hoping to make you part of this cause yo you ain't that fly [Hook] {x4} Mad skills, mad skills Yeah you know we got 'em Mad skills, mad skills Yep, yep we got 'em [Verse Two: DoItAll] Oh my God, or my Lord One stomp, two stomp Chomp, chomp, chomp that's how I eat my comp' DoItAll has got style so dig it, dig it (DoItAll, DoItAll!) What? (Go 'head and kick it!) I am what I am so I guess I'm just flam And slam like lightening so I say "Shazam" I'm different So don't compare me to another But call an undertaker cause I'm burying motherfuckers At hype shows, the beat rose from Check It to Psycho You might wanna turn your head before I tug my nuts low Last kid who stepped up, got strangled with the mic cord (Haha, straighten that ass out like an ironing board) Noooow, no no no, I'm not with the bullshit DoItAll and Funkee Man come equipped With the tech of my nine and nine mil' clip But not from the barrel it's straight from the lips So back up brother My tongue is blasting I'll eat that ass today and tomorrow I'm fasting MC's can not see this, I'm like a chameleon On a scale to one to ten I'm like a nine (million!) They told you I was nice then they didn't tell no lies I'm better with the mic than your grandma is with pies Just hand me the mic, it's guaranteed that I will rock it I got so many skills that they're falling out my pocket [Hook] [Verse Three: DoItAll] If stepping to us is wrong then I don't know what y'all be thinking [Mr. Funkee] They call me Mr. Funkee Man but you're the one who's stinking [DoItAll] Then talk behind our back like you're better than somebody [Mr. Funkee] But yo man when I catch you, I hope you know karate Or Tae Kwon Do or Judo Kick boxing or Jujitsu You better learn something quick cause Funkee's coming to get you I swan kick Bruce Lee and slam Lex Luger MC's are scared of me so they should call me Funkee Kruger [DoItAll] Noooow I'm the rapper assuming to give them daily allowances If rap was body weight you'd weigh like two pounds, three ounces [Mr. Funkee] What ya needed? I'm undefeated What you expect? [DoItAll] So many titles under my belt I gotta wear it on my neck [Hook]