Mushroom Factory Funk Lyrics

I taught this frog how to crip walk like old Snoop Dogg

Now he's the king of the lily pad up at the pond

No wonder why the tadpoles swim

Listen as the caged bird turns out hymns

Rage burns through these words and it hurts to admit

I remain faceless until a girl wanna sit

Get the quarter and the cart, you get all these nuts

At the corner store market, out the bargain bucket

I'm out here looking for the largest rump

I found one at Target with a hearty hump

At the self-checkout, I got retarded dumb

Quick to scan ya and put you in a bag like drugs

My whole persona is a big red flag

If you grew up around me, then you knew it was getting bad

When the futures of the street paint the whole road past

Tax brackets crash, bad mathematics, laugh at your ass

This is a stick up, stick up, what up, Mont Co

Everywhere we go, it's the 610

Chirp the bird, bird, what up, Berks

I swear to God I love ya and it hurts

I'm not gang related, I just walk with a V

Stepping past visions of negativity, that's the sheep

That don't even need a leash, not me

Mother lover, I'm fluffin' free

I met her at the loony bin, sitting in a cornah

She smelled like straight up piss and ammonia

The freak that I am wanna make her kitty cat

Do that purr fur move when she turn her hip back

Damn, it's a cold day waking up dead

When your knees crack and you fall to bed

Your whole damn day done turned into a blur

When the first word is waiting for the next one to slur

To occur in a verse that's disturbed and occulent

I'll spread pandemics right to the populace

A round of applause if it slaughters them all

Sorry grandpa, it's been me versus the fog

In a centrifuge of fluid that I'm trying to defrost

It's best to brew a few up let it overflow with froth

The recipe requires no rewire at all

If it's me versus you, then I'm sending you a bomb

This is a stick up, stick up, what up, Mont Co

Everywhere we go, it's a 610

Chirp the bird, bird, what up, Berks

I swear to God I love ya and it hurts

I'm not gang related, I just walk with a V

Stepping past visions of negativity, that's the sheep

That don't even need a leash, not me

Mother lover, I'm fluffing free

It's the pizza mushroom sauce

It's the power plant palpitating fog

It's the mountain known as Hawk

It's the mushroom factory funk

It's the pizza mushroom sauce

It's the power plant palpitating fog

It's the mountain known as Hawk

It's the mushroom factory funk

I rap about mushrooms but not the trip

Because the towns that I grew up in smell like shit

On a warm day, it tastes like decay

I swear I got spores on my brain

You can't put me round a devil and expect me not to fight back

I'm looking on the floor for a board or a spike bat

I'll be right back, I'm burning down the Reichstag

You hear that, y'all HA HA false flaG!

I don't recall, you really think too straight

But who's to say that it's too late to be afraid

When your bitch ass die, I'll put a marker on your grave

It reads Here lies so and so for doing this that

He had a clear mind going but the vision grew a crack

The decisions that he made were affected by the frayed

Fragmented splinters off centered from the break

Which feathered and fled to an unforeseeable fate

This is a stick up, stick up, what up, Monco

Everywhere we go, it's the 610

Chirp the bird, bird, what up, Berks

I swear to God I love ya and it hurts

I'm not gang related, I just walk with a V

Stepping past visions of negativity

That's the sheep that don't even need a leash

Not me, mother lover, I'm fluffing free

It's the pizza mushroom sauce

It's the power plant palpitating fog

It's the mountain known as Hawk

It's the mushroom factory funk

It's the pizza mushroom sauce

It's the power plant palpitating fog

It's the mountain known as Hawk

It's the mushroom factory funk

Now I know a lot of things

And I can only tell you a few of them

But on the river, if she spreads her legs

And it smells like Blandon

She's not the one