Lyrics Organized Konfusion

Organized Konfusion

Fudge Pudge

Here we go again with the funky intro

People approach me knowin I`m the Prince Po

e-t, are-why, and I`m the first batter

The Pharaoh usually go first, but it don`t matter

Funky slices of beats like this

Comes once in a blue, but it`s not hard for me to chew

So kick off your shoes and don`t forget your socks

I wash and wash them emcess like Clorox

Skills I have, good and plenty

If you want dope lyrics but still gimmicks gimme

Beats, equivalent to just something that I can

Flow flow FLOAT ONnnnnn

It`s gettin heavy so heavy and keep ya coat on

When I, proceed to, light the party

In the summer, somethin like a Mardi, Gras

Bikinis, panties, bras

Juicin em and I`m suckin the girls up like straws

OOPS upside ya dome

I don`t answer the phone when I`m home not alone

on the bone

Leave your name and your number and a brief message at the end of the tone

BOOP!

Oooooh, and I like it

Cause I`m Poetry the psychic

Intellectual level would rather

nah, nah I don`t like that

{talking} one more time

Rollin lyrics, off the tip of my tongue I swing Bringin you the news like Kaity Chung

But I`m not a pretty oriental specimen from

`Hong Kong Fooey, numba one supa guy`

I love the women but I don`t try to see em

I`d rather make the money bein on the cover of E.M.

Get MCs mad make em flare up nostrils

I`m Poetry the rap fanatic I get hostile

Verse Two: Pharaoh Monch][

Pressure presssure pressure pressure pressure pressure cooker

I leave the party when I mass a lot of hookers

Slip and slide, I slid the sludge

fudge pudge, but I never hold a grudge

Up against the wall, I caught you with the drugs

guess who`s the judge

I hit the hook HEAVY

Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since I`m bigger why pitter-patter

Props in no particular poetry persists to pertriculate ?

You`re just a pussy Cat when I`m deckin you

Disrespectin you

Clever whenever I select a new dialogue

One plus one get it together

Girls don`t despair cause I`ll be your `Fair Weather Friend`

No I don`t have a Benz and no I don`t have an Infiniti

I figure the eight inches of ME, will be the remedy

Cause when I pull up to the bumper

Cause I`ll be down to thump a girl like Heather Hunter

I tell you now you never hated

The triple X when it comes to sex is what I`m rated

I tell you know that I can give good love

Yes I`m the one you should love

So don`t try to diss fudge pudge

`Cause it`s al-right, with, me`

Kick slick rhymes out of a mouth

Tricky in a joust, plus I`m down with Mickey Mouse

C`mon everyone, lets flow to the rhy