Wheel of Fortune - Del The Funky Homosapien, Amp Live

Straight from the gate, I’m gassin'

Dribblin', not from glasses

Hackin', I’m not gon' pass

Foul, get an elbow to match it

Settle the racket, sit at the bottom and lay

Just like the ship in a bottle, that’s the model they face

Never satisfied but that ain’t my problem at all

Next time you scream in my ear I’ma holla at y’all

Funk Pippen, best thing is to follow the law

Or swallow your jawbone and charge it to God

(YEP) They done got me mad

That’s fine, they gon' find a home in each bar I have

Fuck they demands, tell the hostages

That’s too much to give up, I don’t want ‘em then

I’m calmer then, that’s the stormy weather

That’s when I rain on you poor little ornery beggars

Fisticuffs just ain’t the move

They too feeble, get a gun for safety use

They off a little

It’s like trading a yacht for a box of Skittles

It’s not no riddle, I don’t joke around

Why, when it’s so many jokers to go around?

Choose one, new sons, who’s dumb

Actions get ‘em slapped so tough they IQ grew some

Funk Pippen the legendary

Fuck treasure, X marks the spot where heads is buried

The cemetery but without a body

Detached just like a bat defiled by Ozzy

I don’t know why I put up with fools

They feel they indestructible but self-combustible

In other words, they the enemy within

Get incinerated whenever they finna be a bitch

They got something to say, then let it be known

They got a bone to pick, I prefer breaking bones

I know some kung-fu

Tiger style, crane style, they gon' get pummeled

Down, down, left, left punch

That shit’s fire all around, send ‘em jettison

Floatin' away—now where they go?

Laser scope be sure to spot Waldo

I bomb hoe ass niggas and leave ‘em scorchin'

Grand prize, nothing, fuckin' with the Wheel of Fortune