Lyrics

Selling wraps across the table..

but only when i'm able..

you won't meet Madonna when you die..

and there ain't much conversation..

specialy when your dealin..

and i can see the falseness in your smile..



Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness do you mind...

Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness till yer die..



Everybody wants to meet yer..

politititains pawns and preachers..

dirty little smack heads outa their mind..

just step right forward i'm here to please yer..

dodgy deals from Indonesia..

i'm the one thats gonna make you fry..



Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness do you mind...

Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness till yer die..



Let me..

come and feed yer..

do a deal yah..

wasing time..

its only a pony..

to take you for the ride..



now let me tell yer something..

your dopamines are pumpin..

smooth ass narcotic into your brain..

and i get that funny feeling...

i'll be seeing you this evening..

my oh my lovely Mr Cocaine...



Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness do you mind...

Its my own funky buisness..

my own funky buisness..

Its my own funky buisness till yer die..