VIOLENT & FUNKY
BOOM BOOM BOOM
FRUSTRATED AGAIN
RULES GO OUT THE WINDOW
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO
DIE LIKA PIG
DO WHAT I TELL YA!
COUSIN RANDY
-Muir-Siegel-Trujillo-Pleasants-
You want funky? We got funky!
Who's got funky? We got funky! You said funky
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)
Sticks and stones may break some bones but a .357
gonna blow your damn head off
You take the pen and I'll take the sword, you can write
some shit till I cut your fuckin' head off
Chorus:
You want funky? We got funky! What kind of funky?
Violent & Funky!
Violent & Funky (4x)
Do unto others as you do unto yourself
'course for me that's damn easy 'cause I hate myself
A penny saved is a penny earned, but a stolen case of
beers gets you a hell of a lot drunker
Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy
and boring
It ain't over till the fat lady sings and the big bitch is
choking on a chunk of salami
Chorus
You know it's snapped lika Mutha, you know we're
snappin' lika Mutha
Chorus
You know we're snappin' lika Mutha
-Muir-Siegel-Trujillo-Pleasants-
What up ya? Give it to me go
Can't make me. Can't break me. And now you know you're the one
Can't fake it. Can't take it. And now you know you're the one
Can't make me. And now you know you're the one
Can't break me. And now your name's number one
Can't make me. And now you know you're the one
Gonna take you out!
Boom Boom Boom Boom. There goes another one! (4x)
I haven't got it quite yet. But you deserve all that you'll get
Like Santa Claus, but with a twist. Your name goes to
the top of the list. Boom Boom Boom Boom
What up lika that! Yea. Do it to it, yea
Can't top me. Can't stop me. And now you know you're the one
Can't lop me. Can't drop me. And now you know you're the one
Can't top me. And now you know you're the one
Can't stop me. And now your name's number one
Can't top me. And now you know you're the one
Gonna take you out!
Boom Boom Boom ... Boom! There goes another one! (4x)
Some people will still make a house call. Could be
business or just personal
I don't congratulate you for your rise. Just eliminate those I
despise. Boom Boom Boom Boom
Give it to me go. Throw it down, yea! Give it up again. Boom
-Muir-Trujillo-
Frustrated Again! (4x)
Destroy my vision - mental collision. The purpose
fading - you keep ma waiting
Like stuck in traffic - my thoughts go static again
Frustrated Again! (4x)
Star with the lying - there's no denying. My mind starts
slippin' - mentally trippin'
Your apathy - comes right back to me
Frustrated Again! (4x)
(lead)
Frustrated Again! (2x)
Your rationale - don't understand how. Lose
concentration - find more frustration
Learned no lesson - but you keep messin' with me
Frustrated Again
-Muir-Pleasants-
Chorus:
If you want what's under the sun - you better get your fingers 'round a
gun
You can rule what's under the sun - if you get your hands around a gun
I'm not convinced of your intention - there's more than
a point of contention
Outside is where we'll go to settle - I'm gonna pull out my metal
Now you can't use your college education - when
you're swimming in your own perspiration
You broke all the rulse you know - now all the rules go
out the window!
Chorus
Let's check the score to see who's winning -
the muthafucka that ain't afraid of sinning
Makes no difference who's older or bigger - he's the
smart money 'cause hie finger's on the trigger
For every person that thinks that they won't die - there's
a bullet waiting to prove you a lie
You can try buy you ain't gonna get no - NO! - 'cause
all the rules just went out the window!
Chorus
Should of thought about the kickback - now you got
yourself a bitch slap
Without pain, where would I be - just like you, pretty
damn lonely
Now let us take a moment of silence -
to commemorate our new bloody violence
It's the end of the life you know - all the rules just went
out the window
Chorus (2x)
-Muir-
Groove family! (8x) CYCO!
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Insanity
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY
Flap yo' lips, talkin' whack, but da fools all be listen
up. 'Cause they fools
Play da part, trippin' hard. You think you're hard?
Then I'll fuck you up!
If you want and you think that you can get it up, come
on down and I'll show you what the fuck is up!
If you want and you think that you can throw some up
come on down and I'll show you what the fuck is up!
Yea, tell 'em who we are
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
Yea, you know who we are
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Don't fuck
with me!
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY
Had enough? Know I have! Now it's time that you
learned some respect! That's right punk!
Simplified, crossed my path, now your face and my
fist will connect! With a bitch slap!
Just like shit, flush you down, no choice, I take you
out. I'll give you the shit that you've been talkin' 'bout
Just like shit, flush you down, no choice, I take you
out. I'll give you all the shit that you've been talkin' 'bout
Yea silence in the muthafuckin' court
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
You've been found guilty by the court -
GROOVE FAMILY CYCO!
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Don't fuck
with me!
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
We are the down CYCO GROOVE FAMILY
No pain - No gain - No luck - No sympathy
No hope - No dreams - No peace - Insanity
No thrill - No sense - No chance - Kill the enemy
Join us a one CYCO GROOVE FAMILY
-Muir-Siegel-Trujillo-
Every puto has a day and yours is coming!
Ain't no feelin' sorry 'bout the things I'm gonna
do to you!
I get prepared, then I roll off to battle
Behind the wheel of a six deuce I saddle
Round you up like a cowboy does cattle
Pull the trigger and the Uzi just rattle
Throw on the dickies, winos, rag and I'm ready
There's always time to get some lovin' from a betty
I sight you out and then i hold my hand steady
3 hollow points in your chest and damn your
bloody!
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig!
No time to waste on elegant conversation
Lock in a plan, precede without hesitation
Start a new chapter in a violent presentation
Cover my tracks so there won't be no complications
This ain't no "whouf." I'm gonna raise the stake up
Pressure on, thought start to break up
I'm like a nightmare from which you can't wake up
I'll treat you like a ho and with a ho I don't make up
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig
No mess'n with the shape I'm in! Die Lika Pig, you Pig!
-Muir-Siegel-
You'll do what I tell ya!
And I watch you sweat. Then I'll watch you shake
And then you beg. And then you scream "I'll do what
you tell me!"
You'll do what I tell ya! That is right, Punk!
See, I think you're gonna have to find out the
hard way!
You'll do what I tell you! I'm gonna fuck you up!
And let me tell you just why
On the mic, you talk about gettin' violent
But to the man with the badge you're nothin' but silent
So now it's the governmennt you wanna overthrow?
But first it's off to the next oversized show!
Now you're makin' your political statement
Or are you trying to add to your financial statement
And let's not forget the evil corporations
Then why is SONY the sponsor of your
presentation? Bitch!
You'll do what I tell ya! Oh yea! You'll do what I tell
ya! I'm gonna fuck you up!
You'll do what I tell ya - you're nothin' but a Punk!
You'll do what I tell ya. We're gonna go head up!
First you sweat! And then you shake! And then you
beg. And then you plead. And then you shake
And then you sweat. And then you scream "I'll do
what you tell me."
You'll do what I tell you. Oh yea. I'm gonna
fuck you up!
You'll do what I tell you. I'm gonna show you what is
up. I'm gonna fuck you up!
'Cause you're a pussy. 'Cause you're a bitch. And
'cause you fuckin' deserve it!
You'll do what I tell ya -
Nothin' but shit
You're full of shit
And I don't like shit
I'll fuck up your shit
You ain't shit!
And I don't like shit!
You're full of shit!
And I'll fuck up your shit! Pussy!
-Muir-Trujillo-
"Many people have many definitions of what family is
Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond,
some say it's a bond made with blood.
Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy.
Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka,
locked down half his life.
He's my family, family by blood.
And if you see him, don't look at him long,
cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time.
Cousin Randy..."
He'd disappear for years, then one day he would
just show
Dad would buy him shows, give him $50 and he'd go
He talked about the good old days of war in Vietnam
Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin
You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried
Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside
But every day was prison, molested as a kid
Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things
he did
We call him Cousin Randy
Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep
at night
Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in
our sight
No one was safe when Randy came out to play
He would leave you for dead and then just walk away
We call him Cousin Randy
One time while at Grandma's, it was getting kind
of late
Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great
He walked out the door and I told him "good night"
He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started
squeezing tight
Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back
He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let
up his attack
The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to
drown my sister
Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and
kissed her
We call him Cousin Randy. To us, he's just
Cousin Randy
"Yeah, so when Cousin Randy wasn't in jail,
he used to trip around, sometimes showin' up at
the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin'.
You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and shit,
'cause, you know, his mom died when he was so young of leukemia.
Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house,
you know, they were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know,
Randy wasn't too much on workin'.
He had a one job he did longer than ever. He never worked more than two
days, but this job he lasted a week! Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'
chickens. So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy
would get up early in the morning, make his lunch and he'd even go to
work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?' He says
'It makes ya think, it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind.
Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken
starts flyin' all over. Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin'
back at me 'cause he's mad 'cuase I ripped his head off, or is he flyin'
at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand, or is he flyin' at me 'cause
he can't see where he's goin'?' Yeah, ain't no one seen Cousin Randy in
many years..."
