LYRICS TO 'Funky Punks Anthem' written by Pimp Tea, WS & Mix Master Mossman produced by Classified

WS verse:
My name is WS and I would like to bust a rhyme.
Cause just like captain kirk, my shit be flying all the time.
So bob your head from side to side, and then some more much later
Cause I'll be coming at ya like a rabid alligator. ROWR!!
Turn the volume up so that you can make it louder.
Then your ears'll bleed and you'll be seeing Doogie Howser.
Mix some milk and eggs and you will get yourself some bread.
But if you add some sugar, you will get some cake instead.
Cause I wanted to produce a record that you could just listen all of the time
I wanted to lay down some beats that would stick in the back of your mind
Singing and Dancing and listening to Hanson is a big waste of your time
So listen to me and then some Pimp Tea.
No you don't have to see the sign that says 'Go'
'Get Shirts off'
And get up outta yo seats
And now you know, so don't stop
Just keep on keeping the peace!
Mix Master Mossman or a mossmanatee
Side to side and front to back and bustin up the scene
When we show up at parties, yo, we the crowd moving.
It won't be only us, it'll get the universe grooving...


chorus (Pimp Tea):
We're the Funky Punks - the one-show wonda,
Had yall screaming out loud to yo motha.
with AC droppin the hot R&B chorus
everyone in the spot likely rooting for us
JD on the drums
Pimp Tea spanking bums
Ben sportin the mullet
haha
Funky Punks droppin rhymes like a bullet
droppin rhymes... like a bullet...


Pimp Tea verse:
WE got WS,
The ill-lyrical pest,
He's the best
at relievin all stress

now i'm dying to know
were u born to flow
or did it just grow
out of your love of words
similes and adverbs

Then like out of a bog,
there's the moss man,
he's the mix master dog,
and he's flossin
crossin lines
like grapevines
spread a rumor
like a tumor
seeded silently
breeded violently
in the brain.

All that does remain
is my quest
to find the best
skills possessed
by my friends
Those be the only ends.
I'll ever need
if I want to succeed.
if I want to succeed.

I paid my respects,
Now I got mad connects,
Know I be comin' correct,
Woo Hah, got you all in check!

Need no introduction
to this dope east-coast production
like top secret FBI
denied
it's classified.

chorus

Mix Master Mossman verse:
Yo, Yo, yo so come and see,
You know us three
Hyphen & T
With a little mossey.
And you just don't forget,
You know better than that.
I'm rolling up in my vet,
While you're on your bicyclette.
yelling "WS", "Chemistry Test"
God-bless T-roy is the best.

So don't know the quest,
Or your own luck you press,
You go off and stress
Cause you got much less.
We're bigger than Lockness,
In track suits we dress.
So give us some rest,
Cause there ain't no girls left
That have big chests
That we haven't caressed.

So now to recap,
It's skills that you lack.
Hot chicks on our laps
And phat beats on this track.
And it may sound wack,
But our own back we pat,
Cause the funky punks anthem is where it's at!

chorus

WS verse:
DJs stepping up, but they don't know what they're doin'
They can try, but they can't buy the skills that can't be ruined
So get the party bumpin' and I'll kick it all the while,
And people will be saying I can kick it freestyle!
Pimp Tea is the best,
Just forget about the rest.
You know that he'll be rhyming til your mind's all in a mess.
I'm WS,
And I don't smoke crack,
Even if you try to say my rhymes are wiggidy wiggidy wack.
Like Kris Kross I'm all over the place.
Wearing pants backwards but I'm all up in your face.
A disgrace in this place
And I'm spraying some mace.
So take haste in this race
And try to keep up the pace.

What else rhymes man?
I can't say I know,
But I'm a walking dictionary
And if you ask me I will show my tattoo
woohoo!!
That's not really there.
I wanted you to know I'm wearing batman underwear.
without a care.

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