Punk Funk The Brotherhood

"Uh, boy! Yeah! Yeah! You, sitting down there... Wagwan! (Ha ha)
This is something different for you to catch onto, Seen, ya know?
Yeah!
Ah! A whole new angle. Tell 'em, Seen!"

[Mr Shylok:]
Never Mind the Bollocks, here comes the punk funk
The Brotherhood slam dunk that's safer than a clunk
Click, quick, fast in hysterics
I put the chunk in my music, and the junk in my lyrics
With the boom, with the trash with The Clash, an anthem White
Riot, no quiet but quite unbelievable
I am the unachievable animal
The lyrical cannibal un-ma-na-geable
Art to tear apart this Anarchy in the UK
Punk in the funk, panicky in the UK
It's the Shy, baby, baby, the Shy, baby, baby
The Shy, the Lok, the lyrical Glock, baby, baby
Absurd, oh my word, Pretty Vacant is my flow
A test tube baby with a face like Quasimodo
Oh, no, the bells! Ring the bells if you've forgotten
I'm raw to the core 'n' like Johnny I'm Rotten
You can't stop 'em, a Billabong, rebel Cong[?]
McLaren I'm vicious like Sid, the original yid
Baron Greenback, we're back, jump back
We're the brothers from the hood and we pump the punk funk