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Tekster: Funkdoobiest. The Funkiest.

It was the voice of a courageous explorer
A man dedicated to the pursuit of man's knowledge
And the expansion of his horizons

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Check it, all I need's a second to wreck it
My thoughts are collected for the funk, expect it
I'm iller than a porno, I got skills like Zorro
Who's Perry Quomo? Tomorrow, tomorrow

Like orphan Annie, yo, it's the uncanny
Doobie, with bona fide funk for your fanny
Suckers, I pick 'em, so who be my victim?
Stick 'em an' boogers, I flick 'em

I'm guilty your honor, I rock like Nirvana
So fuck a piranha, just like Jeffery Dalhmer
I'll slice 'em, dice 'em, MCs, ice 'em
Yo, step to the sun an' I'll fuck you guys up

We're the the funkiest, the funkiest
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The funkiest, the funkiest

Ring around the roses to the funk, you punk
I flips, smacks an' paddy whack an' does all that junk
Watch how many scram, your sweet like candied yams
But I freak the style, like if I was Handyman

Uh, oh, um, I think we're in trouble
'Cause girls call me Dumbo an' guys wanna rumble
Yet I'm hard like a diamond, I'll sing like Phyllis Hyman
The action packed rhyming like uh, Simon an' Simon

[Incomprehensible] word, the fuckers smell like turds
'Cause mommy will buy you a mockin' bird
Mary's quite contrary, takin' out these fairies
Eaten out the assholes like Tom did Jerry

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I said, we're the the funkiest, the funkiest
The funkiest, the funkiest

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Breakdown
Yo, son, kick that shit

Hey Peter, Peter, you fat pumpkin eater
You know I kicks flavor just like Velveta
I'll scream like Aretha, so follow the leader
From here to Medina, like Sarafina

I yell, ?Hallelujah?, you're fat like Lex Luther
To master mind the funk, do ya, do ya?
The crazy ill Hitler, who performs like a fiddler
I'm ill like the Riddler, fuck a Bette Midler

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