Punk Funk

"Uh, boy! Yeah! Yeah! You, sitting down there... Wagwan! (Ha ha)
This is something different for you to catch onto, Seen, ya know?
Yeah!
Ah! A whole new angle. Tell 'em, Seen!"

[Mr Shylok:]
Never Mind the Bollocks, here comes the punk funk
The Brotherhood slam dunk that's safer than a clunk
Click, quick, fast in hysterics
I put the chunk in my music, and the junk in my lyrics
With the boom, with the trash with The Clash, an anthem White
Riot, no quiet but quite unbelievable
I am the unachievable animal
The lyrical cannibal un-ma-na-geable
Art to tear apart this Anarchy in the UK
Punk in the funk, panicky in the UK
It's the Shy, baby, baby, the Shy, baby, baby
The Shy, the Lok, the lyrical Glock, baby, baby
Absurd, oh my word, Pretty Vacant is my flow
A test tube baby with a face like Quasimodo
Oh, no, the bells! Ring the bells if you've forgotten
I'm raw to the core 'n' like Johnny I'm Rotten
You can't stop 'em, a Billabong, rebel Cong[?]
McLaren I'm vicious like Sid, the original yid
Baron Greenback, we're back, jump back
We're the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk

We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk

[Mr Spyce:]
We're like a boil on the butt of humanity
I lost my sanity, you got the switch, you hit the lavatory
We're acting dark like Sid did with Nancy
The New York doll, yeah, the Brit took her fancy
I'm an idle silly Billy, you couldn't come a [dama seem?]
You touch the mic you gimme the heebie jeebies
Hubble, bubble, Bubble Yum bubblegum
Check out that Spyce style, freaky with the tuck
I'm young, high strung I've only just begun
I am the brother from the hood
I am the punk for this one

[Mr Shylok:]
This ain't no rock and roll swindle
Watch the punk funk kindle
The flames from the men with the Mr Men nicknames
The self-sames, we play the games
Up up up and oi veys, aways
Original super punks born in Generation X
We can see your Undertones with our X-Ray Spex
What the hex, you get hit with Styx if you're stuck
We're the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk

We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)

We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk

[Mr Spyce:]
I spit and flub you [?] like a cobber[?]
I have you locked in Rapture like Debbie did to Freddy
Swearing on your telly with Roger Mellie (Bollocks!)
Boy, I'm gonna give my all
I'm gonna gonna give this shit some welly
You get me? You check wit', you're getting wet, Seen
Swimming in your coral like my name was Jacques
In the UK sub, I love my rumble up
For now I'm terrorising the clubs with the punk funk

[Mr Shylok:]
So God Save the Queen! Fuck that! Save my own arse, I mean
I'm a punk on the scene
I buzz ears like a hooker buzz cocks
And Brighton Rocks when my new quad rap is feenin' ya
And I've been meaning to call myself a punk
Mr Dexter is a punk, Mr Spyce is a punk
Underdog, he's a punk
Brotherhood's way up front
We're the brothers from the hood
And we pump the punk funk

We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk

We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk (baby!)
We pump the punk funk, baby!
We pump the punk funk

Well, if you act like a punk you get funked like a punk
And get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk

Well, if you act like a punk you get funked like a punk
And get punch drunk, punk, from the punk funk

That's right!
Yeah!
Uh!
We're the punks!
This is how we run things here, dungeon style