I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it   I rose from the grave, I had a close shave   The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen   That's how I'm rollin'      Calvin Klein's no friend of mine   So I don't like Marky or the monarchy   Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone   I leave you sulkin' on my load like Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone      So get a grip like Stephen Tyler   I used to trip with the Divine Styler   Back in the days there were Irish ways   And Irish laws stand up for the cause      When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man   When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man      When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man   When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man      Well, it's the D to the A, double N Y B O Y   'Cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio   It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest   I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill   To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper      Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her   I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the   Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel   Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson   I got the gun so the drama you could save it      Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion   From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin'   I'll cutcha' like the butcher but it ain't Joe, The Writer   The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider      When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man   When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man      When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man   When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point   When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man      I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started   I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel   'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk   With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk      I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it   For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth   So step to the next head or like Sadat X said   He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be   Don't stand so close to me