The Funky Headhunter Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Yo ham, whassup, man? 

Whassup, be-Down? 

Ain't nothin' man, what you think 'bout all them fellas 

Out there talking junk about you, man? 

Oh, you talkin' 'bout them rap fools? 

Oh, you know how they do it, man 

They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back 

But you know, Traitors got to go 

I can't even fade 'em 

Yeah, so what you gon' do, man? 

I oughtta bust 'em in the back of they head 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

It's the one you can't touch, pump it up, turn it up 

A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up 

Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold 

And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold 

I was born in a hole, now I'm in control 

(Yo, yo) 

Bank boy deep is the way we roll 

(We roll) 

I'm mackin' for the punks 

Talkin' the junk on the tracks 

The hammer don't hurt 'em days are over 

These are the days of the payback, payback 

I'm up on the hill lookin' down 

Biggidy phat rap track number one pound for pound, punks 

Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer 

The funky headhunter 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Ya tried to play me soft, now ya set it off 

If ya got something on ya chest, let it off 

'Cause we can get it on, don't let the dance steps fool ya 

'Cause if I catch ya slippin', I'ma have to do ya, do ya 

One to the chin, another to the jaw 

I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw 

Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it 

The trick's last album didn't even go plastic 

Some claiming towns that they ain't even from 

Some claiming they hard, but never shot a gun, Bustas 

Yeah, you runners, beware of Hammer 

The funky headhunter 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back of they head 

For those lies that I know that they said 

Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back 

Bust 'em in the back, bust 'em, bust 'em, bust 'em in the back 

And watch those suckas play dead 

Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s 

Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's 

Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front 

'Cause east oak town didn't raise no punk 

So sit up, get up, girls they get lit up 

Check it, Hammer came with the unexpected, I wrecked it 

Quik, I gets mad wicked, I didn't check the rhyme 

'Cause Q-Tip couldn't kick it 

And that punk Redman, I hit you with the back son 

Talk is cheap, it's time time for some action 

Gonna make you eat every word that you said 

And a trick like you would end up dead, Red 

But another talk about the moms and the pops 

And when the joking stops, I'ma knock off ya block 

And watch ya body drop the ya album straight flopped, Fool, Fool 

Trick runner, beware of hammer 

The funky headhunter