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Our phone lines are open for all you high mother***ers

At 1800 dick in ya booty, that's 1800 dick in ya booty Aiyyo, this is Mad Duke callin' from Da Bricks

I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick

Gettin' my smoke on for you onion head mother***ers Hi this K Spark from the Al Parks damn Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six funk Dr. Spock tape

As we take y'all minds on another journey through the dark side

We uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckus

Jammin for all knotty-headed peasy mother***ers, ah

And for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for you I said I gets down like that, who am I?

Funk Doctor as I kiss the sky

I said I gets down like that, who am I?

Funk Doctor as I kiss the sky Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarms

Represent Jersey, the land of firearms

Hot wired cars, emptying cigars

Afros, mofo's, on knees with momo's It's nasty as I come, my *** be douche

I used to be the chief instructor for Bruce

Choose your weapon, a fatality

Line your crew up now, babality In nineteen ninety six, bitch ass niggaz all in my mix

On some rah rah ***, get my rah rah dick

Nuts alert, first sound the alarm on the expert

My network operate sharper than a Gillette works Off the corner style Blinds in Knightening Armor

About more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair Warner

Chi Town, where you at? We got your back

D.C., where you at? We got your back My crew come strapped like MC Eiht with nickel plates

Gettin' mad, Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo Tate

Ahh, gettin' loot, rollin' craps in the yard

Can't be scarred by media, so *** the media Most MC's are terrible, unbearable

Couldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebral

Ahh, no need to act like he's ***tin'

Man, you're funnier than Ed Griffith It's Red's kitchen

My infrared's missin', damn, I'm slippin'

I'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in