Que viva! here comes the crazyfool!
I've been a step ahead from the beginning of my birth
In case you couldn't tell,
I am god's gift to this earth
I realize some people want to put me in a hearse
But they don't realize that'd only make matters worse
'cause the day I die,
I'm gonna haunt you from my grave
From right under the road that you claim to pave
Over but I paved it over,
Now I'm rolling over in my grave

Some people say that I'm broke and lazy
Not to mention foolish and crazy
Some people say that I'm broke and lazy
But I'm unemployed because nobody wants to pay me
What I'm worth

High stepping through this life with two bloodshot eyes
I'm having trouble separating my truth from my lies
I'm a fee lance magician pulling rabbits out of hats
Upset like baseball furies swinging baseball bats
Even more than rabbits-

I pull excuses out of my ass I'm sorry that I'm late
I just ran out of gas
You can take this job and shove it shove this job
Where the sun don't shine you can take this job
And shove it give it to another man 'cause it's no longer mine

So I step onto the scene I'm free from bling I'm rich
With power of the soul and I could bring
My four funk strings to boot for hours come correct,
Come clean with sheen I let it ring out from my tower
And with my funk stylings I sip jim beam
And sport a glower a crazyfool in all extremities of life
I have my enemies I try not to get down on things
And find out what it really means unselfish with my hopes
And dreams of peace and worldwide harmony
But I get caught in my own needs and justify my wicked deeds
I've got the back of my fools and they got mine
And we got the voice of the youth

Speakin mind over time 'cause I got a mind
Gift of crime, but I'm too kind so I unwind with a pint
And a fresh rhyme
Now I'm just trying to live up to what I could be
I've got to be the funk monkey of my family tree
I ain't rich, ain't pretty but that don't mean
I'm not free to set my ship to sail on the rhythmical sea?.