[Intro: Missy]
  This is a Misdemeanor exclusive
  If your radio is experiencing any kind of difficulties
  Turn the volume up
  Yes, turn the volume up
  Yes, turn the volume up
  This is an exclusive (Turn the volume up)
  
  [Verse 1: Missy]
  It's very necessary, on the contray
  No you do not scare me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary?
  But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to bury
  My attitude is bitchy, cuz my period is heavy
  I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on that baby
  My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga left me
  And now I'm lovin' Larry, but Larry go with Terri
  And Terri is a freak, but it's his baby she will carry
  The life he live's a fairy, cartoon like "Tom and Jerry"
  My flow is legendary and your style is temporary
  Yeah, you need to worry, like Jason, it gets scary
  The words that I spit don't fit in that category
  Is my vision blurry? My speech is very slurry
  Me without Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry
  And yes, it's necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry
  Cuz when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get burried
  
  [Chorus]
  Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
  Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
  Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
  Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
  Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
  Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
  Funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party
  Funky fresh dressed to impress (Turn the volume up)
  
  [Verse 2: Missy]
  Your style's very crummy, that's why you have no money
  You always looking bummy, I don't care if you don't love me
  Don't try to come before me, unless you are a dummy
  Repeat, you'll lose your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy
  Rainy or sunny, battle no way, honey
  This not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy
  It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep y'all runnin'
  Hiding from me, cuz you know you are weak
  You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' jumpin'
  In your Kenwoods, I'm bumpin' sumthin' in ya trunk'n
  You can say I'm buggin', cuz when I come out bustin'
  That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm fuckin'
  
  [Repeat Chorus]
  
  [Break: Timbaland]
  C'mon, c'mon
  C'mon, c'mon
  C'mon, c'mon
  Fickidy, uh, uh, uh
  C'mon, c'mon
  C'mon, c'mon
  
  [Beat changes]
  
  [Verse 3: Ms. Jade]
  I had a little homie named Paul Revere
  Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled 40's of beer
  He would swear up and down every first of the year
  He was gon' quit smokin', but he never did
  Watch y'all huskey, it's about that time
  Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter til' nine
  Couple bottles of hypnotic in the back of the ride
  Might spit like a girl, but I hit like a guy
  Me and Missy ballin' up the avenue
  Funky fresh dressed to impress, we mackin' dudes
  Music biz only reason I ain't jackin fools
  You know bullshit walk and stackin' rules
  Shit keeps drawin', the streets keep callin'
  Drink til' I'm nice and uh, uh-uh, on'n
  I'm bad luck, y'all mad cuz y'all suck
  Please do not try to fuck with young duck
  Please do not try to fuck with young duck
  
  [Beat switches back to original]
  
  [Repeat Chorus]