Come Get Wit Da Voodoofied
Copyright 2005 Adam Rudegeair

If you think that we can’t funk
You didn’t know me when.
You thought that’s where it’s at but it wasn’t all that,
I didn’t have this jacket then.

This stage I’m on is the kitchen of song,
Got my rhythm for the roux.
Gonna make your gramma shake her thang,
Turn you out before we’re though.

Chorus:
Come get wit da Voodoofied.
Gotta gumbo groove for you!
Come get wit da Voodoofied.
Gotta hoodoo comin’ atcha too!
Come get wit da Voodoofied.
Cats jumpin’ right outta da tomb!
Come get wit da Voodoofied.
Babies kickin’ it in tha womb!

Comes a funk so deep
Gonna cut you to tha bone!
Simmer yo ass till we make it hot,
Pump the blood back into the stone!
I’m your jumper lead – make you bump ‘n’ bleed
Shootcha right into the pocket.
Two-forty volts of the voodoofied
Hitcha right in the socket!

Chorus

And we drop it – the funk hits the fan
And you cop it.
The blam and the aftershock
Boom like a rocket.
Rickadicka drums wuckachucka gee-tar
Treacle-sweet beats drop the one like a star
From the cosmos, you absorb it by osmosis
It’s a new diagnosis, now you’ve caught the psychosis,
And I’m rising from the murk, like a gator you see me.
Whippin my tail into a spunky-ass frenzy.
Fistfuls of blues shootin’ up with the steam,
I’m floatin’ on the cloud of a musical wet dream.
When I wake up, it’s like a breakup, I’m separated.
When it’s not free-flowin’ it’s coagulated.
Vibe in my veins, electric like a blanket.
See a clav before me I just have to spank it.
Now the bass is boomin, Saxes are croakin’
The sentence is funk, Judge Judy has spoken.
Alarm bell rings – You’re back in your bed.
The funk is a mindfuck but it’s all in your head.