Text: Quarashi. Xeneizes.

Welcome to the Quarashi game here I am
The no name
Yeah the same boy who doesn't need a frame
I'm surrounded by foes and anything goes
So I gotta be like Tony Montana on his toes
Up up and down your spinning round and round
You don't know why your spinning
Maybe it's the syntha sound
But this is me you hear
The rocking sonic youth
There's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth

Another dimension on a frequency in ecstasy
Biting bastards but in a way licking sinners ashtray
Trying to get through the Zoo and get no penalty
I know how to beat because that's for the winners
I'm on the clouds ready to jump off
In the free fall I see you all looking so small
Stepping on, stepping off
I want to feel my skin, blowing through the wind

You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that

You gotta take it all back
We already got a stack
What a get away deal if you don't know what you lack
And you gotta fix that if you wanna get that up
Suck it out of a tube and don't ever
Ever stop rocking (rocking)
That type o mad beat we lead the pack from a rack to a seat
And so was I when I was trying to get by on planet 9
Well, nice try
Tequila flats while I'm flipping my hats
I do the new jaywalking while I feed the stray cat
Son the one two three a didi dum didi dee
You know you'll get back when I say open Sesame

You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that

You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that

You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that, funky like that
You gotta get funky like that