*Lord Jazz cuts and scratches 'Chief Rocka'*



Verse One: Mr. Funke



Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka

Rock it down so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca

For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ahh

Think I won't curse I'll break down and say puta

?Hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha?

Say what I want because I'm that type of guy

Now fam a lam I'll be damned, slam jams the weak

Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?

Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze

No it's the shoes (the shoes?) It's gotta be the shoes!

Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock

so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock

?To think I'm the troop, when on the mic?

?I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid?

?Like drunk and a grump and sound over some uhhhh!?

The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs