Organized Konfusion, O.C. - Fudge Pudge lyrics

Yeah, yeah yo, I think
I think Prince should go first on this one
You think so? yeah I think so
I think so too, get it live

Here we go again with the funky intro
People approach me knowin' I'm the Prince Po-
E T-R-Y, yes, and I'm the first batter
The Pharoahe usually go first
But it don't matter (Nah, it don't matter)
Funky slices of beats like this
Comes once in a blue
But it's not hard for me to chew
So kick off your shoes and
Don't forget your socks
I wash and wash up emcees like Clorox
Skills I have, good and plenty
If you want dope lyrics
Plus ill gimmicks gimme
Beats equivalent to this
Something that I can


Float (Float) , float (Float) , float on
It's gettin' breezy to kiddies who
Keep their coat on
When I will proceed to light the party
In the summer, somethin' like a Mardi
Gras, bikinis, panties, bras
Juicin' 'em and I'm suckin' the
Girls up like straws oops upside ya dome
I don't answer the phone when I'm
Home not alone on the bone
Leave your name and your number
And a brief message
At the end of the tone (Boop)
Ooh, and I like it
'Cause, I'm Poetry the psychic
Intellectual lovable brother nah
Nah I don't like that yo, scratch that, yo
(You can do better than that) , one more time
Rollin' lyrics off the tip of my tongue
(Swing) i swing
(Swing) , I swang (Swang) , I swung (Swung)
Bringin' you the news like Kaity Tong
But, I'm not a pretty oriental specimen from
Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy
I love the women, but I don't try to see 'em
I'd rather make the money bein'
On the cover of EM
Get emcees mad, make them flare up nostrils
I'm Poetry the rap fanatic, I get hostile

Yeah (Hostile, hostile, hostile)
Can I, can I get a beat?
Yo, Pharoahe's up next, yo, yo Monch
Kick it, Monch

Pressure, pressure, pressure
Pressure, pressure, pressure cooker
I leave the party with a
Mass amount of hookers
Slip and slide, I sling the sludge
(Fudge) fudge (Pudge) pudge
Will never hold a grudge
Up against the wall
I caught you with the drugs
(The organisms are the jury)
Guess who's the judge?
(You) I hit the hook heavy
Ready no chitter-chatter I figure since
I'm bigger why pitter patter
Prouncin' on particular poets who persist
To portray professional punks
You're just a pussy (Meow)
Cat when I'm deckin' you
Disrespectin' you, clever whenever I select
A new dialogue, one plus one
Get it together
Girls don't despair 'cause I'll be your
Fair weather friend, friend
No, I don't have a Benz and
No I don't have an Infiniti
I figure the eight inches of
Meat will be the remedy
When I pull up to your bumper
'Cause, I'll be down to thump
A girl like Heather Hunter
I tell you now, you'll never hate it
(Hate it) the triple X when it comes to
Sex is what I'm rated
I tell you now that I can give good love
Yes, I'm the one you should love
(Tell us about it)
So don't try to diss Fudge Pudge
'Cause it's alright with me
Kick slick rhymes out of the mouth
Tricky in a joust
Plus I'm down with Mickey Mouse
C'mon everyone
Let's flow to the rhythm of my tongue
To the rhythm of a drum emcees wanna battle
But they can't get with the
Capital M-O-N-C-H on the mic I get swifter
Than the rest of them maybe even the best
Scoring 101 in a poetical test
So OC, if you know who you are
Get on the mic, become a superstar

The form I signify is cultivated
Why spread it?
Many many lyrics memorized embedded
In my think tank, sharp as a shank knife
I strike the mic just as
Quick as a snake bite
Suck out the poison, yeah go 'head, try it
Skills of an assassin, watch as I'll fly
Thorough, doesn't matter the
Borough I'm swingin'
Clear to the end keepin'
The party people clingin'
Treatin' emcees like government cheese
Shred 'em like cheddar, cut 'em up 'cause P's
Laid out on the bed while
We write to the tracks
He's so funny when it comes to the snaps
Write a hardcore rhyme
That's what the boy said
I could whip up a rhyme that
Could slice a boar's head
No, that's ham, and we don't digest that
Organism that's made of dog and a rat
So fee-fi-fum, everybody's funky drummin' it
When you hear the bassline
You'll be hummin' it
I'm keepin' it simple, cause
I can swing many ways
Rappers get met, 'cause MET it pays
It's a mad
Mad world and it's best to never wild out
Go against me and I'm quick to pull out
The driveway, by the way, hey
Picked up your girl 'cause she
Was goin' my way
Hand on the stick, foot on the clutch
Flowin' over eighty miles per hour
I'll pull it on outta (OC)
Skid marks left on the ground like tattoos
The rubber smell badder than the
Doodoo on your shoes
You stink, better think wise is what I advise
'Cause OC has skills to kill a whole tribe
Off, awkward, spaghetti, I'll sauce it
Lyrics flow like fluid out of a faucet

Yeah, here we go (Woo)
Here we go, here we go
Pump it up (Hollywood basics in full effect)
Check this out, check this out, look
To the organisms, to the organisms
To the organisms, to the organisms
Pharoahe Monchichi to the organisms
Prince Poetry to the organisms
Extreme to the organisms
To the organisms, to the organisms
To the organisms, to the organisms
South side to the organisms
Georgia to the organisms
Paul C to the organisms
To the organisms, to the organisms
Cali to the organisms texas to the organisms
Washington to the organisms
Idaho to the organisms
Brooklyn to the organisms
Princess Di to the organisms
South side to the organisms
Ow, to the organisms paul C to the organisms
Paul C to the organisms
Paul C to the organisms
Let the beat ride (And Anton)
Ayy, let the beat ride gettin' funky, uh