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(DJ SAYWHAT??) Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers At 1-800-DIKINYABOOTY[Redman] Welcome That's 1-800-dick-in-ya-boo-tay!![Redman] Welcome*ringing phone is answered* Aiyyo this is Mad Duke callin from Da Bricks I'm on the block with Uncle Quilly and Leroy Sweetdick gettin my smoke on, for you onionhead motherfuckers Hi this K-Spark from the Al Parks, dammmn!Welcome to another nineteen ninety-six Funk Doctor Spock tapeAs we take y'all minds on another journey, through the darksideWe uplift you! Def Squad force comin through with the ruckusJammin for all knotty-headed peasy motherfuckers, ahhAnd for funky bitches, we got a funky thing for youI said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky)I said I gets down like that, who am I (Funk Doctor) (as I kiss the sky)Bomb troll, funkier than Haitian underarmsRepresent Jersey, the land of firearmsHotwired cars, emptying cigarsAfros, mofo's, on knees with momo'sIt's nasty as I come my shit be doucheI used to be the chief instructor for BruceChoose your weapon -- A FATALITYLine your crew up now -- BABALITYIn nineteen ninety-six bitch ass niggaz all in my mixOn some rah rah shit, get my rah rah dick!Nuts alert, first sound de alarm on de expertMy network, operate sharper than a Gilette worksOff the corner style Blinds in Knightening ArmorAbout more Facts of Life than Tudy or Blair WarnerChi-Town where you at (we got your back)D.C. where you at (we got your back)My crew Come Strapped like MC Eiht with nickel platesGettin mad Dead Presidents ask Lorenzo TateAhh, gettin loot rollin craps in the yardCan't be scarred by media, SO FUCK THE MEDIAMost MC's are terrible, unbearableCouldn't get stupid if you were sliced cerebralAhh no need to... act like he's shittinMan you're funnier than Ed Griffith, it's Red's kitchenMy infrared's missin, damn I'm slippinI'm out of ammo, yo Crossbreed, stick the clip in more