And Now for Something Completely Different...

[Intro: Sample]

"And now for something completely different"

[Verse 1: Trials]

Hey fuck you, we crush crews the Oar way

I'm sicker than using period blood for war paint

Fans rush the stage then half these ladies

Got fucked, got dressed and left with bastard babies

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, you're 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 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: Trials]

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 then bounce

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!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]

"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, that's a problem for someone dumb enough

We want ya 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 weight 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

[Hook: Trials]

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 then bounce

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!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]

"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'ma tell you what the Oars about

We about to milk this scene dry and take the khakis to the slaughter house

Shit, 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 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 fifty 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 fuck's going to stop us?)

And 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

[Hook: Trials]

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!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]

"Tell your-" "Tell-tell-tell-"

"Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk"

"Put the-" "Put-put-put-"

"Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist"