A wanna be gangster  Thinkin' he's a wise guy  Rob another bank  He's a sock 'em in the eye guy  Tank head  Mr. Bonnie and Clyde guy  Look him in the eye  He's not my kinda guy  Never be  Confusion proof  Pudding's sweet  But too aloof  Orange eye girl  With a backslide dew said  Yo homie  Who you talkin' to  A backed up paddywagon  Mackin' on a cat's ass  One upper cut  To the cold upper middle class  Born to storm  On boredom's face  And a little lust  To the fucky ass flea bass  Most in the race  Just lose their grace  The blackest hole  In all of space  Crooked as a hooker  Now suck my thumb  Anybody wanna come get some    If you have to ask  You'll never know     [chorus]  Funky motherfuckers  Will not be told to go    Don't ask me why  I'm flyin' so high  Mr. Bubble meets superfly  In my third eye  Searchin' for a soul bride  She's my freakette  Soak it up inside  Deeper than a secret  Much more   Than meets the eye  To the funk  I fall into my new ride  My hand my hand  Magic on the one  Is a medicine man  Thinkin' of a few  Taboos that I ought to kill  Dancin' on their face  Like a stage on vaudeville    I feel so good  Can't be understood  Booty of a hoodlum  Rockin' my red hood    [chorus]