[Intro: Kee-Wee]

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin'-killin'

When I get full of that P funk

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

[Verse 1: Baker Ya Maker]

Smokin' with the devil, my eyes dark like a barrel

Of this rusted black tone, to your dome, you best beware of

This pimp with the shady grin, murder's the new way to win

I have no fear, if I shall sin, ain't scared of what lies at the end

Smoke a blunt to the head, now I think I'm high

Visions of my death, and all I see is I'm consumed by fire

Evil starts to show and you're letting these demons grow

Planted all throughout my life, it's just some time until I'm rose

So mystic-mystic with this ignorant shit that I spit

You bitches trippin' with that bullshit comin' out your lips

Your turn shall come, and then you'll see really if truth exists

Beliefs are crushed when you really see what lies after this

Pain equals trouble and in this life, I'm getting double

Every day I'm hatin' more, and all I'm wantin' is your suffer

Just a player 'bout to kick it, with this devilishtic business

If you want me come and get me, find me when I come for vengeance

Slicing, cutting with my blade, this violence seems to be the way

Have rage from all those darker days, release them and just lay to waste

Any buster tryna step, don't test unless you're ready for death

We know the creep, so keep on deck

My click so thick, we slay what's left

[Chorus: Kee-Wee]

When I get full of that P funk

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin'-killin'

[Verse 2: HYDRA MANE]

Clicked up with my demons, the devil got me speaking in the tongues

Violent thoughts up in my head, just a cracker from the dump

With the crooked soul, come and find me deep alone

I'll soon resurge, I will prevail, this evil shit is all I know

Put the gun up to your head, hoe, it's time to die

Pray up to your god and then you'll come to find he's just a lie

Blood it starts to flow, I pull the trigger, now it's over

Stand around your fuckin' body, while you rot and decompose

So cryptic-cryptic with this devil shit, we comin' thick

I thought you knew it's homicide, if you’re talkin' shit

I got a bullet with your life imprinted on it, trick

These busters cower when they see what sickness really is

Blood slowly travelling down my face, I wipe it clean

And then I take another step into the darkness, eyes are black

You feel my face, I love the pain

I love the death, it be my curse to turn you red

Up in the flames, I live forever, I'm a killer

Creepin'-creepin' with my fuckin' mask, I'ma make the mess of

The blastin' of the soul for my collections, where this murder be my havoc

Come and test me, think I'm playin'?

Up in hell is where I'm stayin' with my brothers in the Trio, secret lair

Coming from the depths, we supervising, take what's left inside

The urges take ahold, I want this world to burn to death

If you're fuckin' with my click, that's your mistake, we'll leave you stiff

A sacrifice is what it is, you can't escape your fate, you bitch

[Outro: Kee-Wee]

When I, when I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

I'ma start to killin' man, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I, when I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man

I'ma start to killin' man, I'ma start to killin' man

When I get full of that P funk, I'ma start to killin' man