"And now for something completely different" [Verse 1: Trials] Hey f** 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 f**ed, got dressed, and left with ba*tard babies These days I never chase women Cause thats like playing rock-paper-scissors, Limbless No use and thats 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 b**h in every state Strap the latex I'm the pin prick between safe s** And having to take an aids test I can say Cdub is holding em' back The only thing holding em' back is being overly wack Hey messing with the oars of funk You get crushed like you gave Big Pun the top bunk [Hook] So shut the f** up Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks So get the f** out Yeah we drink the rum until its out the bail So what the f**s up To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off f** no!, f** no!, f** no!, f** no!, f** no!, f** that! [Hook] Now you left in a daze Never step on stage Now you left in a daze Mic weapons engaged [Verse 2: Sesta] I'm coming in and on em anonymously, not monogamously Get off the top and then they're leaving with their novelty Honestly got no property Thats a problem for someone dumb enough we want ya company f**ing me dont mean loving me, f** it I dont want no bun in the oven so face f** em Say she love it but she makes her weight to the bucket Chuck it, but I ain't the greatest of nothing But shes on her f**ing knees like she's praying or something Eight in the door rushing, gatecrashing 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 s*ut 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 [Hook] [Hook] [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 carcus to the slaughter house sh** you ain't thought about the crew that cats talk about On stage in your city until the mic cords start shorting out Turn the heat up, Seddy X turn the beat up Flux fresh on the scratch like a car thats just been keyed up And you need more then luck if your ripping Honz The punchlines that I deliver hit harder then Whitney was Work a sh**ty job, 5 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 f**s gonna stop us When half the cats that enter battles these days are f**ing soft co*ks We get you open like a fresh beer So ahead of our time we the number one crew of next year [Hook] [Hook] Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist