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Self Having Dinner With The Funk

with the funk I'm moving out with the funk I'm harvesting wheat with the funk I'm surfing the internet with the funk I'm going to have dinner with the funk

with the pain entirely Wanna blame it all on society 'Cause I chill all day on the corner drunk With my crew in the same old corner funk Say we gonna

beggin, with that body shaped, like an egg'n Rhinoceros funk, with panties piled in the trunk Playboy books with Black Tail, my boy, readin Hustler I pull up with