I'm going to be honest here. It took me a while to pick up on what these cats were saying. I mean, there's quite a bit in this song that makes very little cognitive sense. But then I heard Mr. Funke spit:
They don't understand how I feel about the funk/
I walk with the funk/
I talk with the funk/
I eat with the funk/
I sleep with the funk/
I live off the funk/
I'd die for the funk.
Somehow, that allowed everything to come together. It's funny how things happen that way.