Sum Dum Munkey (Duplicate) lyrics

by

George Clinton


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[Verse 1: Poc Fu]
Hey yo, check the flow, clear the way yo, here come the bro
We kickin' it, I know ya diggin' it the way we swinging it son
The Bossman kickin' my sh*t with ease, oh please
Ya wanna battle who? My sh*t is still ill
I'll murderize ya punk, so what ya gonna do
Get that ass chopped in two f*ckin' wit the FU
The crazy bugged Looney Toony one hunts for fun
But not for lions, stallions, bears and deers, I swears that
I'll burn ya with my iron, brands ya
And I swing just like Evander
Real deal and ruff, so when ya feeling tuff
Come on kids, come on kids, bring it!
6 foot 4 with the strength of Sampson
Running over n*ggas like I'm Rodney Hampton
Say adiós when I start to roast
Make the most of the mic in my hand
Freak it spooky like a ghost, 'cause

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[Verse 2: Chip Fu]
Ooh, watch out here comes the lyrical blabber
Mouth, I'll blow *hmph* blow *hmph*
Lalala-lights, aah, my rhymes to keep cool [?]
Spit, yes, and drool I'm out of my mind when I rhyme
I snaps without no wa-wa-wa-warning so
*hiccup* wake up *hiccup* shake up as the *snore* snoring
Not Alfalfa or Spanky not a damn Yankee Doodle
I flips the hole, skip the whole kit and caboodle
Got oodles of tactics, gimme the mic dagnabit
And come back here bunny wabbit
Aah, phooey, now it's time to get busy
So ba-ba-ba-batten down the hatches
Yes and raise the drawbridge
I gots to freak it right now
Brothers wonder how I *hiccup* freaks the *hiccup* styles to
Raise eyebrows, I'm rolling in dollars
When I scream and hollers, ay arriba, epa andale andale
Like Speedy Gonzales so acknowledge the hum dinger
Wacky rhyme slinger when I yells
Tim (ehehe), Tim (ehehe) Tim, B-B-B-ber. Ba hum da
It's time to let the style out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Out the hatch-
Ahh, I know I had ya souped
'Cause ya thought the record scratched
I got skills, no question
Don't try to test when I flex 'em, bang
Zoom to the moon, I make you meet George Jetson
I'm comin around the mountain (nah, say it again) a'ight, cool
I'm comin around the mountain, trottin' around
B-b-b-bend I clear the
*hiccup* pardon me *hiccup* pardon me *hiccup*
The phlegm, so deep it
I freaks it by the movement of my lips
And I gangbang on beats like the Bloods and Crips, 'cause

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[Verse 3: Moc Fu]

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