Song Lyrics

I can do the somber,
Like in November,
Then rock a crowd while I'm in my pajamas.
Like Tito Puente,
I am muy caliente.
F*ck Kunta Kinte,
'cause son is the sensei.
I funk with the black belt;
You better step back, hell.
I can get smart
Just like Agent Maxwell.
I don't give a f*ck, G.
Hey hey, we're the Monkees;
I'll rock a rhyme to the end of the month, see.
I go on and on
Like a marathon.
I sing like Sarah Vaughn,
But like the underground,
I flip through some kung-fu.
You know that I've come to
Freak the ill shit
You just can't undo.

[Chorus]
Son, get it funky. (I'm shittin' on 'em, shittin' on 'em.) (x 4)
Son, get it funky. (Yo, I'm shittin' on 'em.)

I can get symphonic
Like Harry Connick,
Or the Philharmonic.
I'll drop atomic
Vocals, solo
Like Sonny Bono.
I got you babe... but who's got the pornos?
I'm iller than a wino.
I'm not an albino.
I charge like a rhino.
You put me in a ...
When I rob shit; bomb shit.
Some say I'm obnoxious;
I don't give a f*ck;
I'll make you feel nauseous.
Row, row your boat,
Gently down the street.
I'll take you all out
With my funk doobie team.
I got the skills, kid,
Like Rumplestilskin.
I put out gold; get smooth like Jackie Wilson
Singin' soprano.
Move to the piano.
Hey, where's the ...
Our shit will be in ...

[Chorus x 4]

I shoobee-do-pop.
Hip hop like Sinatra.
I spray my Binaca,
Then shake my maracas.
Hey, it's the swinga.
F*ck a humdinger with a finger.
Yo, it's the ultimate singer.
Kumbaya, yo kumbaya
Like Belafonte.
But what's Del Monte?
I kicks the flava;
The ill funk behavior.
Sick like polio.
Wild like a rodeo
Out there in Kansas.
Punk, check the classic;
Get your ass kicked,
So hop in the casket.
I'm rockin' calipso.
Who's got the Nabisco?
I cook like Crisco.
I pump the ill disco.

[Chorus x 8]

T. Ray, Allen Toussaint, J. Vasquez

The duration of I'm Shittin' on 'Em is 4:02 minutes and seconds.