Funny Guy

Me and my guys makin' albums of the masterful sort.

They talk smack like Sam Jack; I'll be glad to retort.

Much love to Bob, but don't call unless you're passin' the torch.

Funny guy until they yap; I'll turn a rapper to a corpse.

They gangsta till I'm rappin'; think them cats should abort.

They live by codes they forget when they walk into court.

Should be concerned; ask Jerm, I be rappin' a bit.

You riskin' jail time on corners; I be rappin' and shit.

A Southern gentleman but tear it up when crackin' a bitch.

The pussy tight as vice grips, and she's got fabulous tits.

Pass me the spliff, a lil' bit of Jack, and I'm lit.

Jerm on the boards, Ant on the beat, and Cabana the fit.