Lyrics:

(Check it out, y'all)
Hey yo, yo, yo!
(Check it out, y'all)
Take a little bass out the headphones, word up
(Check it out, y'all)
Take some bass out the headphones, man
(Turn the record)
(Check it out, y'all)
(Turn the record)
Yeah, yeah

Mad madness, trashy, brother from way back
Been blowing mics since the days of 8-track
Certified, bona fide, pull out the weapon, rusted
Your whole skit's busted
Run your jewels! Shooting up you damn fools
Leavin' you loser lazy lyricists in bloody pools
Went away, came back, you're still wack
Now your slobbing Marley's knob for a dope track
Coming off like a bra and it's the witness
No click-click, a true business
Don't care about no money, got props in it
Flipping scripts with every letter in the alphabet
Wanna jump, jump, and jingle your rump, rump
Here to pump punks with real hot lead chunks
Full-grown, I ain't no baby with these rhymes kid
Put the mic down, my peoples know where you live
I chop you little brittle riddle right up the middle
And have the police playing the fiddle in the hospital
Somebody said, 'He couldn't rip with the roughness'
Rhymes kick your teeth but end up frontless
Soul survivor of a thousand beefs
Sendin funeral wreaths to all you used-to-be chiefs
Is it raw to a bear, live in the woods
Brothers' tapes ain't jack, their best tracks is wack
I heard you think you got a chance to win
But my Glock is stocked up to murder the top ten
Rough it and rugged and raw, I'm like a callus
The underground can say, 'Ain't no Fra-zontin in my palace'

(Check it out, y'all) (no fronting allowed)
(Check it out, y'all) (no fronting)
(Check it out, y'all) (no fronting allowed)
(Check it out, y'all)

Well can I be the flavor of the month? (Why?)
I got the flavor, plus I can bump a chump
I got the funk straight from my underground hide-out
I freak it in the house and let the hits just ooze out
Bust on the scene to let you know I wasn't fronting
Got you screaming for my album so I had to do something
Write tonight to take a bit, not a bite
And watch the DoItAll freak you with all my might
Like 'Here I am to save the day!'
I stop the tracks with the mic so I say, 'Touché'
And engarde when I'm swinging for your brow
Cause in the house of hits ain't no fronting allowed


Just when you thought that it was safe to try and chop me
Run for your life! Now here somes Mr. Funke
And I'm pissed, so watch how many heads I'll mean to took out
Boy you better look out, I burn you like a cookout
So get the flavor, the original Mr. Funke
Wallbangers on the clip and you watch me do my thing
Because I hit you with the funk of the fly talker
And make your girl, 'Bump-bump! Get it, Get it!' like Luke Skywalker
I can't front, I love rappin' with a passion
Crashing headfirst into the funk, you think I'm slam dancing
See when you front, you make me mad, the overweight
Freak this: 'funky twin powers activate'
Sheik on the mic with the cape and muscles
Crushing MCs while their girls do the hustle
See other rappers try to dis the lords but yo, you're dead wrong
Dammit, can't we all just get along?
You'll see there simply ain't no fronting allowed
Yo, I'm out like the Cosby show, peace to the Funky Child



Punching your goddamn eyebrows off
Rougher than up north looking like a live war
It's a blastmaster crash from my stash
Be watching your back kid, your girl in the phat path
Talkin bout your MACs and TECs
What's with that? Your getting wet like slowwww sex
Ripping on that old school kid
Leave him sliced as a slit, since I wet your crib
No question, testin' the west and
The east and once the ammo is released and
I'll make your girl come and getcha, hope you get the picture
Boy you're better off if a pit bit ya
What's its like in the illest fight, believe the hype
I'm giving crowds more nose jobs than Mike
Fight sight alright they bite, spotlight tonight is hype
Trigger happy tripe don't hit to bite, my owner's right
And ya know it's coming off so don't ask it
Snatching the vocal and hotties on the rap tip
Macking your boys up, bringing the noise up
And now you need stitches because my voice cuts
Chainsaw, gain more and reign raw
And never let a brother play it is my main law