We keeps cool, no need for static, I strap tools
When it hits you, pain pumps Kool-Aid, through the vein and shit
I rock for the low-class, from Locash
Fuck them A.K.A., for now it's just Meth
Pop close range at foes, and blaze them hoes
For Keith Murray, Doc gon' cock these tools
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
John John phenomenon, in Japan they call me Ichiban
Chickenhawks, playin' theyselves like Parker Brothers
Makin' necks snap back, like a slingshot
Get on the mic and rock the symphony
Hairlock with fuckin' broads in nail shops
Papichu', slayin' crews in ICU
Smell the daffodils from the lyric overkill
Point game like Jordan, y'all play the role of Pippen
Huh, street kids, broken and bruised, eyein' yo' jewels
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin'
Get your shit broke in half for fuckin' around with P
Too ill, on cuts, the Barber of Seville, figaro
My style dirty underground, or Ukraine po'
Hydro? Got more bags than bellhops
Next up
Yeah yeah, the God on your block like Godzilla
Next up
Two thousand Benz on my eight by ten picture
Yo, I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
Y'all better change your flows, hear how Luck spittin'?
Wu-Tang Clan, numba won
When I spit the illest shit, cats be like, "Wow!"
Mrs. Stop Drop and Roll, rocks top the told
Hold me down, hold me down
Yo, you're on the mic to rock the symphony
Next up
I step up and bless the track and spit a jewel
Yo, I believe that's me
Yeah yeah, she gave away my pussy I'ma kill her
In the whole nine, I hold mine
Bastard
It's Funk Doc, you know my name Hoe
Remember me? You punk faggot crab emcee
Keep playin' with it kid, you might go blind, jerkoff
Man listen, stop your cryin' and your bitchin'
Yo, did you ever think you would get robbed
Every time I get my spit on, no doubt, I spark the gridiron
It ain't my fault, that my style Silkk enough to shock ya
Yo! I get looks when I'm in the place
Yo, next up
Yo, get on the mic and rock the symphony
The sky is fallin', Geronimo
Feelin' like the mack inside a Cadillac Seville
Aiyyo, dead that roach clip and spark another
Be downtown swingin', M.O.P. style
Huh, bad news, barin' they souls through rhymin' blues
To break it down to straight English, what the fuck you want?
That's it, that's all, solo, single no more no less
Hot, even though dames is froze
Snatch the trap then I dash like Damon did
Doc, walk, thin red lines to shell shock
Hardcore to make them brothers act fool
Then leave them like who done it?
At gunpoint, stripped and thrown out the car?
Ill cat, slick talk, slang New York
Battlin', usin' hockey rules
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
Yo, did you ever think you would get a slap?
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Yo yo, get on the mic for the symphony
Yo yo, did you ever think you would catch a cap?
Hands on the steel, flip you heads over heel
I believe that's me
Leave 'em with they brains exposed, and stains on clothes
With ten kids with hammers, hooked to a camper
That's that nigga, makin' you smile with Scarface
Yo yo, it's Funk D.O.C.
Stay drunk-pissed in the S-Type, stay whippin'
It's written, we in the game but ball different
When the guns spittin', duck or get hittin'
The broke-assed, even rock for trailer park trash
Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it
Rollin' down like dice in Yahtzee fool
Sucka duck, I do what I feel right now
I feel my high comin' down lookout below
I want the chrome and the cream so I put it down for mine
Aiyyo strike two, my style Brooklyn like the Zoo
Yo P, time to rock, the sound I got, it reigns hot
Hey you, look nigga, one more strike you through
Word is bi-dond, rock Esco, Fubu, and Phat Fi-darm
Erick and Parrish Millenium Ducats
Youth on the move, payin' them dues, nuttin' to lose
It's the G O D
I "Just do it" like Nike, outta 'Bama
Style switchin', like tight ass after stickin'
