RUSTY FONKY

You got me grilled, under da skin
You got me monkey, oh jumpy clunky 
U’ ve come to play, so play  !
your Rusty fonky, your tasty fonky

Such a chemical blasta shock in my coconuts first time fuck electrical Bang Bang!
what’ ya wanna be what’ ya wanna be ?
Justin Tim’  -  well you’re just in teen sufferin’

Pick up the shovel and be alive
Get up and get a life
Plug in your balls and punk the jive
Get up and get a life

I don’t feel no anger I don’t need no gun
I don’t want no hombre, I don’t need no girl

I gotta get on up, baby 
I gotta get get style 
she toca loca funk, baby
she toca loca funk in the monkey town 

it got me dancing singing jumping an unexpected jam, shaking tripping feeling …
I m fonky fonky rusty

You got me grilled con gazoline
Feel up my boca with gasolina
I’m here to play, go’hey
My rusty fonky, my tasty fonky

MY OLD MAN TOLD ME IF U WANT THE CHICKS FOR FREE
HERE ‘ S A GUITARRA, DON’T BE LAZY FOR THE LADY
U KNOW YOU’RE IN TROUBLE
AND NOW I KNOW I M DAMNED
WELL NOW I KNOW I M IN TROUBLE
WELL NOW I KNOW I M DAMNED

Get up on your feet -  get up -  on your feet - get up -  on your feet to the monkey town
It got me dancing, singing, jumping an unexpected jam, shaking tripping feeling, let’s get wasted !!!

Get up on your feet, get up on your feet, get up on your feet, do the monkey jamin’
Get out on the street, get out on the street, get out on the street

I gotta get on up, baby 
I gotta get get style 
she toca loca funk, baby  
she toca loca funk in the monkey town
I gotta get on up, baby 
I gotta get get histérica 
I m gonna get get histérica
I m gonna get get fucked up, bad

I LIKE MY RUSTY FONK