Funk Hill (shucked and jived)

No intros needed ladies and gentlemen, but I'm Hilltop Harold the Snow Hillian, back trying to reach the top ten with a pen again, Dun-a-dun, dun-a-dun, dun-a-dun, small-town hustler, after many millions

I just came through to collect a few dividends, do a few hits again, make you move hips again

US citizen, everybody slipping in, find out it's the real wild west we're living in

Pick a state, any state, any one will do you in, all 50 of them

That's half of Benjamin, that's a whole country of fully armed villain men

Anyone with ID and index send them in, I miss when fists were, the way we used to get it in

Sting like Tyson, float like Muhammad, my pack pack's a punch

Because I like soaring through space like a comet, I can spacewalk but I'm not an astronaut

Don't need a suit, I just loot from my closet, blue jeans and butters, I call it blue bonnet

Mostly all black, being totally honest, there's something about the way that gold pops resting on it