Punk Funk

Uh
Oi!
Yeah, yeah
You, sitting down there
Wagwan?
This is something different for you to catch on to still, you know
Yeah
Ahh, a whole new anger
Tell em, Sid
Never mind the bollocks, here comes the punk funk
The Brotherhood slam dunk is safer than a con clique
Quick, fast, in hysterics
I put the chunk in my music and the junk in my lyrics
With the boom, with the bash, with the clash, I am the white riot
No quiet, but quite unbelievable
I am the unachievable animal, the lyrical cannibal, unmanageable
Arts tear apart, there's anarchy in the UK
Punk in the funk, panicky in the UK
It's the Shy baby, baby, the Shy baby, baby
The Shy, the lock, the lyrical Glock, baby, baby
Absurd, oh my word, pretty vacant is my flow
A test tube baby with a face like Quasimodo
Oh no, the bells
Ring the bells if you've forgotten
I'm raw to the corn, like Johnny, I'm rotten
You can't stop from a billabong, rebel Kong
McLaren, I feel like Sid, the original yid
Baron greenback, we're back, jump back
We're the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, uh
We like a boil on the butt of humanity
A loss of sanity, you got the sweats, you hit the lavatory
We're acting dark like Sid did with Nancy
The New York doll, yeah, the Brit took a fancy
I'm an idle silly Billy
You couldn't come and jam and see me
You touch the mic, you give me the heebie-jeebies
Hubble, bubble, Bubble Yum, bubble gum
Check out the Spyster, freaky with the tongue
I'm young, high-strung, I've only just begun
I am the brother from the hood, I am the punk funk
This ain't no rock and roll swindle, watch the punk funk kindle
The flames from the men with the Mr
Men nicknames
The self-sames, we play the games
Up, up, up, and oy vays, always
Original super punks born in generation X
They can see your undertones with their x-ray specs
What the hex, you get hit with sticks if you're stuck with
The brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, ah
I spit and flub your rap, I love the dub
I have you locked in Rapture like Debbie did to Freddy
Sweat on your telly with Roger Melly
Boy, I'm gonna give them my all, I'm gonna give this shit some welly
You get me, you check we, you're getting wet, seen
Swimming in your barrel like my name was Ja
In the UK sub, I love my rubba dub for that
I'm terrorizing the cubs with the punk funk
So God save the Queen
Fuck that, save my own ass
I'm mean, I'm a punk on the scene
I buzz ears like a hooker buzz cocks
I'm Brighton rocks when my new quad rap is deaning ya
And I've been meaning ta call myself a punk
Mr
Dexter is a punk, Mr
Spyster's a punk
Underdog, he's a punk, brotherhood's where you're pumped
We're the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk, baby
We pump the punk funk
Well, if you act like a punk, you get funked like a punk
You get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
If you act like a punk, you get funked like a punk
You get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
Well, if you act like a punk, you get funked like a punk
You get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
If you act like a punk, you get funked like a punk
You get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk
That's right
Yeah
Uh
We the punks
This is how we run things here
Dungeon style