Being Vincent D’Onofrio

Lyrics

[Intro] Classic (classic) Classic (classic) [Verse 1: Trials] Yeah, terrifying creature, size thirteen Nike sneakers Beard is like "what?" and the hair is like Jesus They smuggling the reefer, suspect smell But it's a habit, gotta have it like it's Done D.L., hell [Verse 2: Sesta] I'm at the flash lab, pack blang, lit mic Did a cool song, great hook, shit tight You've got a shit wife, and a shit life Said "your cat died on Facebook" - click like [Verse 3: Hons] Right, right, this ain't Clockwork Orange But reeks ultra violence when the Hons jump on it Clothes smell of vomit from a Saturday night Full time binge drinker if the salary right [Verse 4: Trials] It's like Group policy, I dropped that toxic smell Exorcist shit - your mother sucks "whats" in hell If I'm not back in five, then turn my torrents off Make sure my cat's all right, grab your Molotov [Chorus 1] Let's go on the road, three months, I'm gone Got the shows packed out and I'm [?] That's classic ("Cla-classic") That's classic ("Cla-classic") I've got a big fat box of free clothes that only fits Kids so my shirt says "Peepshow" you know That's classic ("Cla-classic") That's classic ("Cla-classic") [Verse 5: Hons] This is champagne 'Oars in the champagne room With a big stack of chips and a IOU (That's classic) Party till I'm higher than Degrassi Room start spinning, then cats try to attack me [Verse 6: Trials] It's like, oh no, windows up, roll past the po-po In slo-mo, retard the beat like they were hobos Somebody's mother said the 'oars don't smash it I've seen a kid [?] for shit, fucking classic [Verse 7: Sesta] Ooh, I move boom-fucking-bastic Uh, the way you move, fucking spastic I'm goin' crazy as a catholic Your rhymes done stink bruv, time to turn the mattress [Verse 8: Hons] New sheets, same choir, old policy Daz B, great guy, 'Oars commentary Got a handy cam, thirty odd tour dates Mind swept from the gutter, washed straight down the sewer scene [Chorus 2] When you've been up all week and working hard on your feet To buy weed, then you park near police Ah, man, that's classic ("Cla-classic") That's classic ("Cla-classic") I jumped the plane on the stage just before the show Half the party at the club can't afford to go Man, that's classic ("Cla-classic") That's classic ("Cla-classic") [Post-Chorus] Yeah, I got Dazza on the beat, is that classic or what? Yeah, Certified Wise, that's classic as fuck Adelaide, SA, home of the baddest The Funkoars, on tour, guaranteed…oh [Verse 9: Sesta] I made a mess, uh, things I must confess, uh Plus, I hate me, but to you, well I think lesser Nonetheless, I got the home made distress-er Bet ya, centre the room and face Mecca [Verse 10: Hons] Now, I better pop a Mez 'cause I don't trust the pilot Card come round, I pay in silver like a pirate Still broke, 'Oars always go too far Put the whole minibar on our old credit card now [Verse 11: Trials] I'm freaking out now, it could be the wind Four in the front talking 'bout the moostiest stink Man, I'm losin' it, Mr fuckin' Trials be the pseudonym On board the plane, I crush the Valium and hoover it go [Verse 12: Sesta] Then the ash cloud grounded our plane And then the hash cloud drowning the brain I got St. Elmo to the light up with fire, why fight it? You like it and it's pirated, well, why buy it? Never [Outro] Welcome to the worst nightmare of all Reality