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letra de the funk - hitman

[verse 1]
i goes like bibbity, bobbity, mobbity, boo
mystical and magical just like voodoo
ripping roaring like rapids when i make you hit the canvas
have trouble and walk on that -ss because they cannot manage
i bet i’ll win the lottery
and i’ll scratch and sniff you n-ggas with the written-out robbery
no stopping me
and separate your blood cells from your skeleton
dissect you like a frog and walk one path like a pedestrian
you stepping in my house of medicine, so n-gga scatter
cut out your brain, set it on your body and call it mind over matter
tryna catch me on the hubba, i’m like drugs, just say no, or get low
’fore i take your life insurance and i’ll have that -ss repoed
do you know? i’ll kick you to the curb ’cause plastic n-ggas get recycled
mess with the psycho, man, i grab my rifle, play you like tyco
i’ll light your face up with a hundred watts through your mind
we’s makin’ thugs, chemicals, hunchbacks and frankensteins
i got so many potions of explosions
i be exposing your insides, and leaving the whole area open
you best’a realize, creepers like me will leave you wide
nothing but homicides, doctor jekyll and mr. hyde

[verse 2]
it was a nightmare for christmas, i change dimensions
mixing up a potion of alizé and different predictions
hennessy, focuses on enemies
and if you’re not a friend of me, your soul will be dead to me
rudolph had a red nose, my reflexes is fly like deers
i step like sasquatch, scaring everything are near
because my flows grows like chi-chi-chia
tippy-toe attacking like i was a ballerina
because it’s the same old thing, same old dreams that hold my thoughts
these same old jacks, same old schemes to climb beanstalks
tricks don’t get treats, so you can jack that rabbit
i’m like duracell bunny, i keep on going about my cabbage
you can call me the demolition man ‘cause i’m sniping n-ggas like wesley
ain’t no need of testing me when i’m hitting n-ggas professionally
i’m like axin’, bust three shots like john paxson
see, i mop and glow a n-gga, and then i begin to waxin’
i got a special requirement, i’m like steve young when i inspire and spiralin’
and these savages like keep on firing
and just like stevie, i wonder who’s in front of me
in the back of me, askin’ me: “have you ever been a fatal tragedy?”

[chorus: black c + hitman]
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk, it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk
(no mistaking i’m just down for my crown, clown)
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk, it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk
(no mistaking i’m just down for my crown, clown)
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk, it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk
(no mistaking i’m just down for my crown, clown)
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk, it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga
it’s nothing but the funk, n-gga (funk, n-gga)
it’s nothing but the funk
(no mistaking i’m just down for my crown, clown)

- hitman

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