"Funk'n Your Head Up" genre: Nu-Metal
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	CD: Welcome To The Pressure Cooker   Label: Bring It Down Productions Credits: Music & Lyrics - Dave "DBC" Burzanko ©2003 Bring It Down Music ASCAP
	Lyrics Funkin’ Your Head Up Words- Dave Burzanko © 2001 Bringitdown Music ASCAP Music- Dirt ©2001 Bringitdown Music ASCAP Funkin' your head up take a puff of the billy goat gruff coming from the rough with the smooth. nothing to prove like la smoove so don't sweat the move, going psycho like a run away tyco, check me like the mico as I run this cycle at high tumble dry why ask why, well that's the question check in the rearview for the reflection of the headlights of the mighty, mighty man I am what I am but no need for spinach 24 7, that way since eleven born to knock it out the box like the chicken pox spreading like wild fire a hired gun on the run or should I say mic thought I run when I saw your chrome, psyche but my Adirondack bat likes to go crack. how bout that. (chorus) funkin' your head up...pow! funkin' your head up...bang! funkin' your head up...pow! funkin' your head up...bang! Funkin' your head up on a daily basis, leaving all traces for evidence for cases against me yes, yes I'm guilty, I'm guilty no detective needed for your head that's sufficiently funked from the get go like a blunt ya smoked it , toaked it, hoakey poked it turn yourself around and upside down trying to understand what I send like a telegram deet da deet deet dot dot dot, deet da deet deet dot dot stop. I shot the sheriff along with the deputy a job well done is a well done job see. left them happy with one between the earlobe funked their heads up and left tags on their toes. (chorus) I wreck shop daily like a angry santa , don't like how I'm running it well take some mylanta plus you little constipated thinker, old as Lincoln should be stepping with those thoughts your thinking you come hard I'll leave you scared like Frankenstein, yum, yum eat em' up Einstein you keep it up your gonna be my neighbor cuz I live next to a cemetery how scary, how very contrary like Mary who had that little lamb to hell with feeding it, chop it up man and pass me the ketchup cuz I like it on everything fill up my plate cuz you know I bring a a empty stomach, hungry as wimpy, I'll gladly pay you later for a beat today you say you have none well your full of it what's it, well it starts with an s and ends with a hit like my size 35 Adirondack bat... going to the temple and it's going to get burried, going to the temple of your head, head this is what I said. (chorus)

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