[Intro: Redman & Jeff Stewart]

Ah

You are now about to enter the psychotic mind of Redman

Let's take a journey on a funk cosmic adventure

To where no other nigga or bitch has ever entered

Let me lick your funky emotions with my cosmic lyrics

From a place we call Hell and beyond

And I say

Right about now, you are rocking with the best

Can I get a hit? (Hit it) Thank you (Hit it)

What you're about to experience is a walk on the Funkadelic side

Who knows better than the Funkadelic Devil himself?

To all knotty head niggas, bob to this

Come walk with Def Squad on the dark side

Coming to you live and direct, without further adieu

I bring to you Redman one more time

This is Jeff Stewart and you know how I do it

God damn (Word is bond, word is me)

[Bridge: Redman]

So who's that funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?

The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard"

Talking 'bout the dog, dogcatcher

It's the dogcatcher, I'll catch you

Oh, how insane

Catch a contact from the weed, it'll bust your brain

[Verse: Redman]

The top notch of hip-hop and I'm on the charts

I'm catching applause when I rock the microphone from the heart

My style's foul, so look into the Eyes of Laura Mars

As you can see, I drop funk bars from here to Mars

Still rollin' down the highway with my forty between my lap, bitch

Crossing the GW, coming into Manhattan

Boy, my skills are stacks, I love to do it from the back

My style swarms over ghettoes like crack

Go in any hood and puff a blunt with any nigga

As long as we both got, it don't matter who's gun bigger

But I bet you you can't do that

'Cause your multi-platinums can't save your ass from the block

And you're fucked if it ain't pop

The funk is blowin' wattage out your fuckin' trunks

Like Pete Puma, I'm known to give a ho lots of lumps (Ha-ha)

Props I got, coming through your block, nine cocked

My socks even got three-eighty-nine shots

Don't press it, I hang 'em like them niggas do in Texas

You don't have no heart, you chestless

'Cause your heart's on my necklace

I give props to real MC's like KRS-One

Kool G Rap, Buckshot, Busta B, and I'm from

The East Coast, where a nigga like you'd get laughed at

And since you came out gassed, well, I'm closing your gas cap

The creature from the deep, the ultimate funk freaker

Represent New Jersey, keep your eyes up on the Preacher (Uh)

A menace like Dennis, I got game like Guinness

I can French kiss my lyrics, then I run trains with sentences

Lord have mercy (Stop), it's too much funk to cope with

Droppin' dope shit after dope shit, we're the Trojans

Yell from the lungs

That rings from here to kingdom come

And I don't have to be a special ed to get dumb

[Outro: Redman]

So fuck what you heard, word to herb

'Cause I mac-a-frama-lama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from New Jers'

Badmon, here we, here we come

From New Jersey, in the place to be

So fuck what you heard, word to herb

'Cause I mac-a-frama-lama, plus I kick the grammar, straight from New Jers'

Because I can jam like Teddy if you let me

'Cause they here to stay

I'll be outside when you get there