| Feeling good is the bait that Satan uses to fish for you and me. |
Funkadelic, |
Better By The Pound |
| Come on, maggot brain. |
Funkadelic, |
Maggot Brain |
| She got to be freak of the week. |
Funkadelic, |
Freak Of The Week |
| They should have seen the bull when he funked the cow. He funked her so hard they saw some smoke. |
Funkadelic, |
Let's Take It To The Stage |
| Uninvited into the brain, her body creeps at will, making love unto my thoughts. |
Funkadelic, |
Pussy |
| When all the world is counting sheep, I'll count the moments 'til I have to leave your side. |
Funkadelic, |
Be My Beach |
| Soul is the joint rolled up in toilet paper. |
Funkadelic, |
What Is Soul |
| I make your whole thang twang. |
Funkadelic, |
Stuffs And Things |
| Me burger with I sauce on it, a myself sandwich. |
Funkadelic, |
Promentalshitbackwashpsychosisenemasquad |
| We're soldiers on booty patrol and I'm your thrill sergeant. |
Funkadelic, |
Uncle Jam |
| There was a man from Peru, who fell asleep in his canoe. He was dreaming of Venus holding his penis and he woke up with a handful of goo. |
Funkadelic, |
Take Your Dead Ass Home |
| Ever know someone that takes personal the rain? |
Funkadelic, |
How Do We View You |
| Hey lady, won't you be my dog and I'll be your tree and you can pee on me. |
Funkadelic, |
Alice In My Fantasies |
| The doorman said, no head, no backstage pass. |
Funkadelic, |
No Head No Back Stage Pass |
| All you inductees fall in out and form some kind of line or something. I want all the young ladies to stick your chests out. |
Funkadelic, |
Uncle Jam |
| I spotted a lady who was on the prowl. I could tell by her makeup and the scent was there. |
Funkadelic, |
No Compute |
| She laid there, mouth wide open, wig half off, snoring, breath smelling like a 1948 Buick. I was sick with the filthies and she smiled in her sleep. |
Funkadelic, |
No Compute |
| Eenie meanie minie moe, catch a junkie by the toe. |
Funkadelic, |
Loose Booty |
| Jack and Jill went up a hill to get a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill went into a nod and did the loose booty. |
Funkadelic, |
Loose Booty |
| Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet snorting some THC. Along came a spider, slid down beside her, said what's in the bag, bitch? |
Funkadelic, |
Let's Take It To The Stage |
| Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin, if you ain't giving head, you ain't getting in. |
Funkadelic, |
No Head No Backstage Pass |
| All that is good is nasty. |
Funkadelic, |
What Is Soul |
| Soul is the ring in your bath tub. |
Funkadelic, |
What Is Soul |
| I pledge groovallegiance to the funk of funky, funky, funkadelica. |
Funkadelic, |
Groovallegiance |
| One nation under groove, getting down for the funk. |
Funkadelic, |
One Nation Under A Groove |