[Intro]
Aye so [?] sit back relax smoke your blunt [?] gangsta blac

[Verse]
If you think I'm lyin', or you think that you can test nuts
Paul with the forty-five, shoot him in his fuckin' guts
Killa goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta stop, get a pack
Now I'm high, really high, mane, I'm about to shout
South Park, Gangsta Blac, Triple 6, smoked out
Loced out! (Triple Six Mafia)
It seems, the X to the X Triple times a six thousand degrees
The Triple 6 Mafia droppin' the weight on yo' ass like a million OZs
You see, the J, the O, the I-N-T
Lord Infamous smokin' these n***as like a fuckin' terrorist from third world countries
I need to break down a pound, and go load up the C-L-I-P
A busta, a busta, could never
Could never come fuck with, fu-fuck w-with me
Lord thе G, that's slippin' up, chief up on the ganja trees
They wish to approach thе Scarecrow in the smoke
But they can't face fatality
See the movies, Scarecrow, Gotti, Carlito, Montana, and Hoffa
All of us, down with the Triple 6 Mafia, bitch

[Chorus]
Killa goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta stop, get a pack
Killa goin' insane in the brain, all aboard on the train
Funky Town, Funky Town, gotta stop, get a pack