Who wanna have a motherfuckin orgy?

Word is bond word is me

Smokin mad blunts and all the fronts and

Check it out whatcha want and

Go on with slang well get to bang rockin my thang

Funkadelic hit you with irrelevant heyyyy

Micraphone check I walk around the street with black Tecs and knapsacks

I'm known for smokin ass cracks til I get ass flashbacks

So all my niggaz if you're fuckin damage let me hear ya you can

*bo bo bo bo bo bo bo* now did you catch a victim? HELL NO

Come back in to fatten to funky tracks

Blast a motherfucker until you're peekin through his back

Cause my brain is twisted, funky realistic on the ill shit

I rock it til, bitches start givin up that punany

Pajamies, up the coochie, pass the clit, pass the loose shit

Then BOO-YAA, I gave you another shot of the good shit

Don't believe me why your pussy breathin hard enough to pinch

the clitoris, dangle it from my cock I don't feel shit

So check me the original Joe Pesky freak the sexy

I got more Gadgets than the Inspector, go-go jet-skis

Then swoop through your troops knock the boots on your cutes

Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin chain around your tooth

Cause, that's the way it goes when Tonight's Da Nite

The music feelin Funkadelic and the mood is right

I stick the nine between your eyes and blast you outta sight

Cause that's the way the knotty-headed nigga, rollin right

Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when

I ran through more niggaz, than any kid that was adopted

Plus an ostrich couldn't swallow my cock, quick cause it's stopped which

makes the Soopaman Luva get stockings by the flocks bitch, hrrrahhh

So on and on and let me kick the rab

That light skinned brother with mad shaft up your fuckin