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Funkmaster of Doom 2 by Precious

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Funkmaster of Doom 2

Hip Hop,male vocals

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Jeremiah
Smellin' like a dumpster dipped in fondue.
You walk in the room, airwaves go flat,
Even Febreze backed up and said, “I’m not fightin’ that.”
Your drip’s outdated, lookin’ like a glitch,
Face so confused, even mirrors flinch.
Hair lookin’ like it fought with a plug,
And lost the match — now it’s huggin’ a bug.
You built like a mystery, fashion unsolved,
Got dressed in the dark, blindfold involved.
Your style’s so cursed, ghosts stay away,
They said, “We’re dead, not desperate — no way.”
Yeah…
This one’s for that one dude who clears the elevator —
You know who you are.
You walk in the spot — noses evacuate,
Perfumes surrender, candles disintegrate.
Got that natural funk, ain't no cologne,
Even skunks say, “Yo, leave me alone!”
You smell like wet socks boiled in stew,
Like moldy baloney in an old shoe.
Your scent got layers — it’s deep and wide,
Even sewer rats hold their breath when you stride.
Tried Febreze — it just gave up,
Sprayed itself and said, “I ain’t tough enough.”
Lynx ran off, Old Spice sued,
You’re the reason gas masks back in the mood.
You're funky, you're wild, you're breakin’ the nose,
Look like you dress in a closet that froze.
You're weird, you’re wild, you scare reflections,
Got rejected by your own complexion.
You got that mug like a Picasso sketch,
Face so confused, even AI says “stretch.”
One eye twitchin’, other one’s lost,
Hairline ghosted like it knew the cost.
Teeth lookin’ like they tryna escape,
One pointin’ north, the other in space.
Outfit’s chaos, pants don’t match,
Shoes lookin’ like a science patch.
Got that walk like you stuck in glue,
Arms flailin’ like inflatable dudes.
You stand out — and not in a good way,
You scare pigeons. Bro, pigeons stay.
You're funky, you're fierce, you bend the rules,
Look like you bathed in swimming pools… of fuel.
You're loud, you're proud, you're breakin’ the gameBut deodorant saw you and quit in shame.
(Bridge – Spoken)
Bro, you smell like expired cheese…
On a hot sidewalk… in July.
Like your wardrobe came with a warning label:
"Not Approved by Humanity."
You make onions cry when you near the plate,
Even your own shadow tries to relocate.
I’d roast you more but the air’s too dense,
Your funk got me coughin’ in self-defense.
Even flies got limits, they said “we’re done,”
You the reason hazmat suits are fun.
You ain't a vibe — you a caution sign,
Your aura got beef with the ozone line.
So take this L and maybe a shower,
Change up the fit, gain some flower power.
‘Cause funky and freaky ain't a whole lifestyle
You wild, but hygiene goes a mile.
Peace out, funkmaster of doom —
Your stank just cleared the entire room.
Boom.
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