Artist: Five Fingers of Funk
Album:  Slap Me Five
Song:   Comin' Out the Cellar
                                      
            One two let me tell you we're comin' out the cellar
                            (repeated endlessly)
              So get me on the mic I'll be the ill-funk fella
                                      
                Here comes the fingers on the ill-funk flow
                Pete freaks the beat just so everybody knows
       I'm coming correct and cathing wreck just like a drunk driver
              'Cause ain't nobody liver than the Mr. Mad-Miser
                                      
         With the Fingers I'll bring you something new to scoop up
          From ballers to the poop-butts we never need to loop up
         Old funk grooves 'cause we'll move you with the live shit
                So peace to the crew one two you don't quit
                                      
         Oh shit we keep it going on the Fingers never going wrong
      Rhymes dripping off the lip it's like I'm singing the lemon song
                  Pete out the cellar got to drop the bomb
          'Cause I'll be getting funky like your mom's under arms
                                      
                    Repeat chorus a bunch, listen to Mac
                          Then repeat chorus again