And Now for Something Completely Different...

Lyrics

[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"