Here are the lyrics to the famous
Fungchen3 rap titled,
Fung at the H.O.C. This rap debuted as a crank call in the middle of the night in 1998 to a co-worker named Bob R*** who sells radio advertising at B***, and would no doubt make the Asian-American lyricist
Jin and his BFF
Bad Boy Ben put 'em up and
holla...
Kick it, yo.
(Talk over intro music)Hello Bobby, it's me
Fung here at the H.O.C.
And I'm a
wickity-
wack mood Bobby
So I'm gonna kick it for you one time
Uh, Bob, since you wanted to play hardball with us here the
HOCI put a rhyme together for you and I'm gonna kick it one time
I'm gonna get loose and all that here on the
wickity-
wacked wax
Bobby, I'm gonna get loose right here, right now,
ok...
(Beat kicks in thorough)My name is
Fung and I am phat
My raps are dope, how you say,
all thatBobby I am calling for you
Mikey F., the
G.T.P. and the whole crew
I want to make a
shout-out to the B
For the
homies that sell 9A to 8P
But more importantly Bobby
I want to run spot for the H.O.U.S.E.
The House of Chen aka H.O.C.
Is having a big Halloween party
And I want you to come with the B**
To promote the Chen, maybe on TV
We'll put a billboard around his neck
With the words inscribed,
Chen Is In EffectUpstairs
seatings, downstairs beatings
Fried dumpling for all our meetings
Chen got Cashew Chicken as well
General
Tso spicy as hell
Soy sauce, duck sauce, mustard too
Pork appetizer enough for two
Bobby R. can't you see
You'd be foolish not to promote me
Cause
Fung got
rhythm,
Fung got rhyme
Fung got Chinese tea with lime
Bobby,
Fung got style,
Fung got grace
Chen at 9
th and 10
th on Race
Bobby, go inside and ask for me
say it's
Cachetta from the B
Pinky ring, they will see
Witness protection from the M.O.B.
I'll be there waiting for you
Agreement in hand, a copy for you
To sign,
Bobby R from the BSo we can get ready for Halloween at the H.O.U.S.E.
Ok Bobby,
Fung must jet
So listen to my rap and don't forget
To call be back, how you say,
ASAPSo we can put Chen on the map
As for now I say so long
Goodbye Bobby, enjoy my song...
(Outro music fades)
Post-meal fortune cookie reads: "Express yourself through song, not sword."