verse 1 (Psionic):

I'm looking to get my slurp on and my swerve on
and a broad without her shirt on. Got my flirt strong
and my hands up her skirt and thong. If she ain't turned on?
I'ma hafta tell her to tear this wall down like it was the Iron Curtain.
Cuz at my best I'm stills scummy.
Crashing your party like a test dummy.
But it's kinda funny when I want a slutty honey
that I can't wine and dine cuz I gotta no more money
but if I'm like with this bunny I'll make it like it's Easter Sunday
cuz she keep second cumming. Looking for a hostel or a brothel
wanna hit the slopes with my nostrils.
I'ma go Charlie Sheen on they asses
call me Stringer Bell cuz they never know where my stash is.
It's a cat fight club. And the first rule of cat fight club
is never get between pussy pounding each other.
I'd rather fuck a rhinoceros wit a barbed wire condom than listen to shit.
This isn't hits. It's one word kid:

Chorus A:
Sub/versive, why you do em like that?
Murderous and we movin in a pack
Sub/versive, uhhh they some cannibals
/antelopes rrrrrrun when they cant handle those

Sub/versive, why you do em like that?
Murderous and we movin in a pack
Sub/versive hope you good on your feet
Wanna /get the party started someone put on a beat

Chorus B:
"ain't it funky" travel into the wild
"ain't it funky" how we switchin the style
"ain't it funky" travel into the wild
"ain't it funky" take you trippin for miles "a 1,2,3,4

verse2 (mv):
Watch my inertia as I submerge Subvergins
Our crew is standin' tall like 300 vs. Persian
turban do the drapes match the curtains? Propped on the
furniture like Weekend at Berbons; This urgent

Some bitch wants to spit lines- like verses
I encourage excersing but with less exertion
This guy tries so hard, fly as a boatyard
Motion of the ocean? I'm a lunar, mover: sonar

Float mar, we can Humpfree like Bogart
I'm a sore weight loser of fluids; hear me roar.
These trackssuit me like Run-D.M.C. shoes are
AdiDas Racists “Suck like Hoover”

Slick as Rick with the act sense I got a lot of
God of Abraham or Allah somethings are bigger than you are
Either way oppressive law da da da endz onely in looters,
shooters move far; one word kid

Chorus A

Verse3 (evv'n'flo):
I /cook up the heat, tearin the roof off the mutha sucka
I /couldn’t just leave when the party really just wasn’t nothing
Sub/versive came through wita couple others n a fan base
You /heard of this crew? We be treatin miller like it’s champagne

/ and mayne theres plenty bullshit shenanigans
/ We rooollin like the Taliban cuz we outta hand
/ hoooldin no scrill in my clutch but a million bucks
/ and gooolden’s how im feelin because I’m really in luck

Came into the party stumblin we had some fun but all these
Suckas looked at us like we were scrubs cuz we drunk
Chumps was lookin angrily which made it seem like we weren’t in the
Place to be thats when I noticed all the vacancy so very

Lame to me, change the beat so I can wrangle freaks and keep these
Dudes from being snooty had to hook em up with dooby treats
And some funky juicy beats a few a these had everybody
Movin feet, that’s true indeed n fool you see

Life aint drinking smoking it is thinking joking being open
But a drip or fifth of liqour Never killed me really so what
/ We livin simple havin fun remainen innovatin
n so when we hit the pavement we begin to demonstrate it

entertainin from the basement to the ceiling top This fool was
talkin shit his dome I almost peeled it off he was gone
Really didn’t wanna hurt him so I paused an insteada
servin em, told One word kid

Chorus A
Chorus B
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