And Now for Something Completely Differente

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[Intro] And now for something, completely different. [Verse 1 - Trials] Hey fuck you! We crush crews the oar way, I'm, sicker then using period blood for war paint. Fans rush the stage, then half these ladies, Got fucked, got dressed, and left with bastard babies. (Da-da?) These days, I never chase women, 'Cause that's like playing rock-paper-scissors, limbless, No use. And that's an easy mistake, I treat a rapper like a habit, both easy to break. I say take one look, your dealing with a heavy weight, Suffa got a bed but I gotta bitch in every state. Strap the latex, I'm the pin prick between safe sex, And having to take an aids test. I can say C-dub is holding 'em back, The only thing holding em' back is being overly whack. Hey, messing with the 'Oars of Funk, You get crushed like you gave Big Pun the top bunk. [Chorus] So, shut the fuck up. Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks. So get the fuck out. Yeah we drink the rum until it's out the bail. So what the fuck's up? To my crew in the front row, we ain't never gonna fall off, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck That! (Now you left in a daze), (Never step on stage), (Now you left in a daze), (Mic weapons engaged). [Verse 2 - Sesta] I'm comin' in and on 'em anonymously, not monogamously. Get off the top and then they're leaving with their novelty. Honestly, got no property. That's a problem for someone dumb enough we want your company. Fucking me don't mean loving me, fuck it. I don't want no bun in the oven so face fuck 'em. Say she love it, but she makes her way to the bucket. Chuck it, but I ain't the greatest of nothing, But she's on her fucking knees like she's praying or something. Eight in the door, rushing, gate crashing the floor, It's nothing but 'Oars and their mates and they may take it all, Praise the Lord for the drunks and the town of drunks, With the town slut doing an in and out when they found us. Or see me kicking it, drinking with village idiots, Screaming their innocent while spewing up bile into 'em. Or getting violent and swinging nine irons, At bystanders and fans at random on the land. [Chorus] So, shut the fuck up. Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks. So get the fuck out. Yeah we drink the rum until it's out the bail. So what the fuck's up? To my crew in the front row, we ain't never gonna fall off, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck That! (Now you left in a daze), (Never step on stage), (Now you left in a daze), (Mic weapons engaged). [Verse 3 - Hons] Check it out now I'mma tell you what the 'Oars about, We about to milk this scene dry and take the carcass to the slaughter house. Shit you ain't thought about, the crew cats talk about, On stage in your city until the mic cords start shorting out, Turn the heat up, Semi-X turn the beat up, Flux fresh on the scratch like a car that's just been keyed up. And you need more then luck if your ripping Hons. The punchlines that I deliver, hit harder then Whitney was. Work a shitty job, five days and 50 bob. And after debt collectors I got just enough to get written off. My crew the dirtiest, Funkoars you heard of us, Second album down by now you know our purpose is, To take this scene over, (Who the fucks gonna stop us?) When half the cats that enter battles these days are fucking soft cocks. We get you open like a fresh beer, So ahead of our time we the number one crew of next year. [Chorus] So, shut the fuck up. Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks. So get the fuck out. Yeah we drink the rum until it's out the bail. So what the fuck's up? To my crew in the front row, we ain't never gonna fall off, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck No!, Fuck That! (Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk), (Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist).