[Hook:]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-/-oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-/-oars
[Verse 1: Hons]
You think you're the sh** man? We battle rats about e-going
This man pour his own who*e like Rip Cam
Get off the stage before you get your reb carnish
And your dream's shut down by the certified marksman
The funkoars. Yes, the name that ring balls
I bring war to this rap world like H.G. Wells
The kids these days, they drop an average pre-mature
Ain't last a hot minute like they stuck anymore, so
Hons one still dissing your crew
You take an honour cheat like Peter Moss finishing moo
So I guess that I'm finished with you
In the roof I spit a hot 16 like it was idiot proof
I'm mad hungry, industry ain't give me a bride
I starve the [?] want the idiot to swallow his pride
f** that, I'm a funkoar for life
You can find me at the bar then at Jack's 'til I'm rotten inside
[Hook:]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme
[Verse 2: Trials]
T f**ing rum loving husbands 'til the hangover
Point fingers at the game like girl, what you bang opera?
But they're wack, they're sh** and they're worse
It's maggot rap rim burning, high not enough
Welcome nut helpers sober, never rover, clever burning
To the earth, drunk f** that can work it in a verse. (hey!)
That's why I give you more of the bore
More for poor kids racking 'oars from the store, listen
How far for the backstage pa**?
Got a nice spring to it like help, it's us. (oh!)
I want a hit and miss Connie, get a slice of the
Sneaky sound tape and stick with a [?] Connie?
Record p**n store blue from the back, try that
Chew the fat 'til she doing just that
Like, nice to meet you, rock up, knock you up
Leave your b**h repeating 'til I got seats for s**er season
[Hook:]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme
[Verse 3: Sesta]
Peep the sound of the sweep, peep the sound of the beat
Drop it, now watch me rap the sh** out of beat
So I, be easy if you're eager to spit
I got it eager to beef motherf**ers all egging an eve
Said something like "Seddy can't rap?"
I've seen him and he said I never said he can't rap
Bad with the left, man with the white
Slow with a kick, f** it, bad in a fight
But I roll deep enough, your whole street seen with c*nts
Leaking guts in the gutter, so keep it up
But [?] means sh** to us
Still the kids keep feeling our stuff
And the ladies keep reaching for nuts
Take away a couple of months and they weren't speaking to us
(nope) But you can't blame them we the same
Insane, let the brain motherf**ers in weight change
[Hook:]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the sh** that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme