True Fuschnick Fu-Schnickens

I don't wanna grow up cuz I'm a True Fuschnick
We got a million styles that we compile
That we can play with

[Hook]
I'm a True, what? I am a True Fushnick (Repeat 3X)
So sit, Buddah, sit what lyrical styles should we kick?

[Verse 1: Chip Fu]
I'm a rowdy roddidy piper I flash my dread sherlock Holmes
The thicker the richer the bigger the dread
So I don't need no honeycomb
So eeney, meeney, miney, mo good goobelly goo I bumped my toe
Uh-oh, "Uh-oh better get Maaco" chocolate Chip's about to flow
The super the cola the fraja the listic expialadope Chip
When the mic is gripped in ridobidobip bip da be bong de dang, bo!
Cause worries and botherations when I wraps it up again and again
But not with the same few styles, I'm wicked and wild and versatile
When the mic is gripped by Chip you better believe it's worth your while
Pause for the cause stop make way hurry up
Here I come come come
My lyrical styles are not to ifos nos in other words
They're not soft son rocks it rigade raggamuffin say it backwards
Aggarniffum so abra Fu alacazam run come follow me man
Put it by one phenomenon huminahumina I'm not done
Me-oh-me oh my hello hello hi
I'm not Huckleberry Finn I'm still speaking, shoo, fly
Don't bother I
So Fe hello hifi Fu fo, make shapes of play-dough re mi
Near far then I will sip yo Lipton Tea bo Tae Kwon Do
Lyrics are bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling
Bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling,*bubbling
Bubbling til' they're boiled
So don't drink the milk, Why? Cause it's rotten in other words it's
Spoiled
So don't say drats, drats double or triple, quadruple drats
Me big and me black and me hot up de spot G jumping Jehosphats
Some MC's rhymes ain't jack or Jill
And at my styles they peak-a-boo o what I
Doo wa diddy, diddy dum, diddy Fu
So peace to this Fu, peace to that Fu
And a true Fu, Poc Fu, is what I dub you