Story Time Funk

Mate, I gotta a story for ya.

He had a deed he had to get done,

He stole some weed from his step son.

Went out the door you won't see him no more, went to score got there before the law.

Got in a real bad situation,

Guys used a steel bat to hit his face in.

Left for dead and the drugs they take back,

Woke up instead now he's lookin for payback.

He's on his way he's guna fuck up the place,

He's guna slay he's guna wear your face.

You'll try to run and try to hide,

But your already dead once he stepped inside.

Slayed the first 2 fuckers he's sees,

Dropped them bitch ass suckers with ease.

Snuck the next one used a rope to choke,

Keep it silent, did they hear me, nope.

This man! You don't fuck with him!

He'll tear you apart rip you limb from limb!

God dam! He finds it easy to sin,

Mess with him and see the evil within.

Creep behind got a knife to slice,

Cut them twice and turn out the lights.

Now in the dark they spread apart,

This ones marked he gets it in the heart.

Spots who he thinks might be the leader,

Oh i think he said he might have some ether.

I only wanted to buy some drugs,

Now I gotta show you how you all fucked up.

Stole a key from inside his pocket,

Grabbed a random solid object.

Hit him in the head i think I popped it,

Found the door use the key to unlock it.

Finally I found the money and gear,

Weapons too he found a fucking spear.

It's clear to him what's coming next,

He's gotta cleanse the place and take out the rest.

Looking back on attacks

Where we bagged them in sacks

Kept the packs all intact

What they lack we got back

When they notice shits out of place,

They start looking they initiate.

A search of types and look around,

But he's up high he's off the ground.

Contemplating how they'll pay their debt,

Looks around and sees one left.

He drops down lands on his head,

That bop sound was the break of his neck.

With blood on his hands he's looking around,

Thinks its good how shit turned out.

Suddenly he feels a blow to his chest,

Dam motherfucker there's still one left.

Gotta get up and fuck up,

This dam near lucked up

Skinny motherfucker,

That now won't shut up.

This creep runs at him wielding a blade,

Our guy ducks down and moves outta the way.

Grabs the creep by his hood,

Slams his face into the kitchen wood.

Takes the knife from the creep,

After im done with you you'll wish you're 6feet deep.

Starts carving he's creating something,

Turns creeps face into a fuckin pumpkin.

When he's done he let's the creep go,

Creeps guna warn everyone he knows.

He says to himself i ain't going home,

I'm guna stay on the streets to sit on my throne

This man! You don't fuck with him!

He'll tear you apart rip you limb from limb!

God dam! He finds it easy to sin,

Mess with him and see the evil within.

Gotta get up and fuck up,

This dam near lucked up

Skinny motherfucker,

That now won't shut up.

This creep runs at him wielding a blade,

Our guy ducks down and moves outta the way.

Grabs the creep by his hood,

Slams his face into the kitchen wood.

Takes the knife from the creep,

After im done with you you'll wish you're 6feet deep.

Starts carving he's creating something,

Turns creeps face into a fuckin pumpkin.

When he's done he let's the creep go,

Creeps guna warn everyone he knows.

He says to himself i ain't going home,

I'm guna stay on the streets to sit on my throne