1,2,3,4

Mr. Bu Bu back, back in the place

So hook up with the groove, the phat, phat bass

Rougher than rough on the richter scale

Bop-bop-bop place a map in hell

High way, our way, hip-hop hooray

Say what, what, what, what the (uh) you say

Old school, so you know I don't play

Knock em out the box just like Sugar Ray

You don't like it, so what, I don't care

I want to battle but it's not a fair play

I've got a million styles, baby, baby

Schizophrenic, no, definitely, maybe

You got static, the company tells me

Automatic is the key behind the game see

But even if they didn't know

I'd still be the sure shot master of the ceremony

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

Flow, flow, flowing once again

Mr. funky rhyme throwing down so good, it's bad

Like a, like a, like a lake with a deck

So now you gots to get with an audio no new chapter

You trapped to the track, you want more

Oh shit, I got you knocking on my door

Beam me up, beam me up, beam me up Scottie

Or I might get naughty and funk that body

Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie

Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie

Uh, uh, uh, holy hottie

Groupies, they're down with everybody

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

One and two and three and four

Come on, come on, what ya waiting for

Let me know if you want some more

Bomfunk MC's gotta rhyme galore

I'm like mad scientist on new territories

So never explored there, yeah, just heard stories

Homies surround the rough lyrical terrorist