Uglier Party

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After Hours (AUS) & Funkoars - Rap, Cypher

Uglier Party

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[Intro] "Welcome swingers, pull up a groove and get fabulous" [Verse 1: Headlock] I walked through the gate of this house party in the hills Something seems mad familiar and I start getting chills It's the same place, fuck it, I'm 'oar in a rocket And I wanna see if that retarded bitch is still in the closet I got some pills in my pocket so I head straight for the punch Some girl grabs a cup, that should liven her up She's lookin' at me like "what?" so I flashed her a smile I think I scared her off 'cause she's headin' over to Trials Fuck her anyway, I wanna take over the stage Sesta's gettin' molested, I think that he might need to be saved 'Cause her mother's twice his age and doesn't understand no Fuck it, man, let's go, the cops are here to can the show [Verse 2: Hons] I fuckin' hate cops but there's one hottie sergeant Her jurisdiction's in my pants, and she can head that department Adam and Lee gotta still stagger up, yellin' This is how you real kill a cop like a sleazy ill bill Call out to Trials, "yo, you wanna punish this bitch?" 'Bout to give a new meaning to fuckin' pig on a spit Mad, sketchy, yanking beers from the Esky Found the girl with epilepsy then I passed the torch to Heady Like winners in a relay Give a fuck about the host's b-day, I scull my Jacks, bottle the DJ Ganked a faggot for his [?] standing next to Hocker The cash is tomorrow, spend that I lack on some random strippers [Verse 3: Edits] I was half cut and barfed up in a bath tub Retarded cunts get so retardedly drunked out I can't fuck Smart-arse cunts, startin' shit like bowel movements Shoutin' abuse from the roof of your house, a foul-mouthed 'Coota Downing Cooper's like it's goin' out of fashion Got a passion for trashy sluts flashin' their jugs and stubby-smashin' Come and crash in through the window on a child scooter See what I can try and find inside the files of your computer 'Cause I never recuperate, party start the benders I'm probably why the cops arrived in, too passed out to remember How I found my way into your neighbour's lounge room Passed out, wakin' up, game to jump without puttin' my glass down [Verse 4: Sesta] I'm rockin' up late and I'm already singin' and drink Spillin' and fillin' my cup up wit' your uncle's cough syrup Now I'm chillin' but this ugly slut keep feelin' me up I'm 'bout to show her my meaning of Punch-Drunk Love But, before it got messy, Heady got to get me Led me to a cypher of ladies so I crept in And they all know who I am so I'ma go get killed But the sixteen year-old girls here are actually MILFs And I don't wanna hang wit' your son in the morning Fuck it, I'm gettin' the cab to Stormy's, Trials lend me a forty Angry drunk, puttin' my initials on your bonnet Tryna jack off in the toilet but there's no fuckin' lock on it [Verse 5: Interger] So once again it's the weekend, I intend to get up to something Another party, drink till I'm fuck stumbling, guts rumbling As I pass by a big Trials who didn't even notice He's looking drowsy and his eyes aren't even focused Drinkin' spirits of potent types that haven't soaked in right A pisstard, hear me (open wide!) I think he looked over-tight Really just to help us, fuck brain settle or self destruct Molesting tracks, I grab the beat and felt it up Suddenly it's all blue lights and uniform fuckwits One knocks over my glass and tells me "suck shit" So I'm out of drinks to [?] hazards in foam I stumble out of the party and start to stagger home [Verse 6: Trials] So, I stepped in the party, met this high school chick I went before I could blink, Headlock and fixed them a drink I'm like "give me that shit", I take a scull and a sip But, in a second, my legs turn limp like the bent [?] wrists That drink must passed me out on the crusty sofa I woke up stuck in police tape when this party's over With no hope of escape, man I'm groggy as shit I came to have seen the stubbly double-chin of a bikie chick I tried to resist but I'm stuck, hands cuffed I wouldn't mind so much if I could tell her tits from guts The funk [?] bikie threw me on top of her Harley As we sped away to get away from another ugly party [Turntablism: DJ Reflux] "And party and bullshit And party and bullshit And party–par–par–par– Party and bullshit" "So I drink–" "–and party" "So I drink–" "–and bullshit" "Just–just me and my crew 'cause all we wanna do is" "–drink till I can hardly recall a party at all"

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Credits

Writers
  • Headlock
  • Edits
  • Trials
  • INTERGER
  • Sesta
  • Hons