WhytBred187

Bring on the funk steady moshing to the beat
Screaming suck my dick to the cops down the street
And everybody looking at me like I ain't got nothing
The bass starts bumping and I start busting
Freaking to the funky shit I see I'm not alone
So I jump in the pit and start breaking some bones
I'm smooth like silk, dope like acid
We going for a ride, get your seat belts fastened
Them bitches at the club don't know shit about this
We down in a bar counting rhythym with our fists
It's so off the page when I light up the stage
Wicked ways never change, I display my inner rage
I got this girly trying to talk me up, I'll tell ya what
A chicken head can't suck a dick nearly as well as she clucks
Tonight I bring the nasty shit, we ain't getting crunked
Leave it at the door motherfucker, Bring On the Funk

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My name's Whyt Bred and I'm a funky little honkey
Getting down in a zuit suit like Bing Crosby
I make this look good everywhere that I go
I'm the king of the show, the Ric flair of the flow
Drop your limbs like a zombie, girate, vibrate
Get wicked with your step while I annihilate
I tip my forty bottle till I'm seeing liquid yellow
Then I bust it on the ground, repeat again till tomorrow
Melodic alien, Oh shit, that bitch is coming back again
She's pulling down my pants trying to ride me like a sybian
I drop her on the dime cause I ain't got the time
They're showing their respect and I gotta show em' mine
PSYCHOS, POTHEADS
ASSHOLES, BITCHES!
To all my people in the house that be kicking this groove
Keep it drunk, crazy funky and so so smooth

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Mutilate the beat, Mutilate the beat
Funky till I die with a flow so sweet
Underground funk, Underground funk
Diss it if you want bitch I don't give a fuck
Fuck your club shit, fuck your club shit
Fuck your phony fans and fuck your club shit
I am who I am and I say what I want
Bring on the real shit, bring on the funk

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