[Chip Fu's verse is a strictly a best guess]


[in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" x4]
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya [x4]


[Poc Fu]
Check the %#@! that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It's groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen

Sly like a fox, I kick the %#@! that rocks
I'm +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow

(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE

I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an'
sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down

Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I'm Elmer
Embarass your $$# like Gigi does to Thelma

Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic
[whoosh whoosh whoosh] Yeah I'm out like three strikes


[in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" x4]
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya [x4]


[Chip Fu]
My lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that's slippin and lyrically limpin

at your PEE-nocci-nose
I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad,
budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty

Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy
So pass, the mug so Mike can try to ?? figure
when learnin this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver

Maybe way, down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon

andddd-dddain't-dddat-ddddsomethin-dddindddinddin?
And thennnn-IiiiIiii found-
five-fy-a-$#&@-five-feet-of-linnennenn

I Pop-eye's, like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong, Fooey, I +chop+ like, some +suey+
Like the Bruce, Banner, I gots a programma

So don't don't you cry cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and, your mamma
that you got, the right one, baby, eh-heh!

I'm freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason:
I think it's wabbit season, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season

Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season.. AWWWWW SHUT UP!
Hey button your lip it's MC season dagnabbit

And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits!
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato!

'Yumpin 'Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks
some rugged and rough %#@! like this
Silly wabbit ain't got 'nuff Trix to pick

but I'll chill instead, cause for the big kid,
for the big kid, for the big kid's how I uhh, kicks it
Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, where's was the mic?

It's in the freezer *cough* freezin like like a Raider
*cough* My flow's very, ridiculous
Like Frosted Lucky Charms my %#@! is magically delishwish

I'm a Chattanooga choo was funkier uh Punky Brewster
When I'm a FEE-farmer, PEE-plumber ????????
So ??, roll up, rewind selector

I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel


[in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" x4]
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya [x4]


[Moc Fu]
Arriba arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the hoe, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger

Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken ^!$$%z
(Your ^!$$%z?) Yeah, my mother$#&@in ^!$$%z!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo's but the emery scrolls

Kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around
when I AIYYYYYYYY AIYYYYYYYY it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin up on ya, watch your $$# for nine-three


[in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" x8]
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya [x8]