Sequel.
You may remember my hit booty-rap lyric from several years ago:
Got a package for you just like Federal Express
I deliver overnight to your private address.
Well, now, after 3 years of mountain-top contemplation, I finally offer you the next verse:
I put it in your box and drive it up your street.
Then I leave it on your back porch next to your love seat.
*Bonus Chorus*
Uh. Uh. Yeah. <---(By the rules of modern Hip Hop this counts as a lyric!)
See you in 3 more years!
Funkmaster Fresh, yall. PEACE!
Got a package for you just like Federal Express
I deliver overnight to your private address.
Well, now, after 3 years of mountain-top contemplation, I finally offer you the next verse:
I put it in your box and drive it up your street.
Then I leave it on your back porch next to your love seat.
*Bonus Chorus*
Uh. Uh. Yeah. <---(By the rules of modern Hip Hop this counts as a lyric!)
See you in 3 more years!
Funkmaster Fresh, yall. PEACE!