C.O.T.Y

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Sesta] I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool In the bicycle lane next to high schools Side, swipe cyclists Bugging but fucking, I'm buckled up and, trouble is double And I'm fucking with any and many hennies I got Look, no money to show, but show money's Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby Help yourself, I'm drunk driving on the highway to hell I like to, incite violence Try fighting, Die trying, Life's sliding The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo This liquid ammo Gotta motherfucker feeling like Rambo I'm the Boston Strangler, see me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler The new step daddy's a rapper, banging the back of her I'm back stabbing her up in the rear I've gotta thank God that I've got it the cunt of the year [Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)] And if you see me looking fucking mad I-I hate cunts And if you see me looking fucking mad The cu-cu-cunt of the year I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts Life peaked, and down hill at eight months And if you see me looking fucking mad It's 'cause I'm fucking mad [Verse 2: Hons] First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens For all I've done to make me look like a cunt to live with At your party, in your jewellery box, taking all the gold N' downstairs, drunk as hell, pissing all up on your toilet bowl The first cat to cry poor when it's my round So I drink for free at the club 'Till your broke then I bounce Man, that sounds nice, don't it? Full time scum bag Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my cum rag I'm quick to snake and make to fuck up his whole game Then drag it back to mine Like a caveman on the first train And when you're macking a bitch, I'm rubbing out an easy One in your cupboard, get my cock out where it ain't wanted The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate fuck-wit With chicks that try to nut quick to avoid that cunt lick The funny shit is, even though I'm a prick Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink [Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)] And if you see me looking fucking mad I-I hate cunts And if you see me looking fucking mad The cu-cu-cunt of the year I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts Life peaked, and down hill at eight months And if you see me looking fucking mad It's 'cause I'm fucking mad [Verse 3: Trials] Pissing everywhere but the pisser. Sipping spilt liquor off the floor With a crazy straw from the day before I'm the type big into binge drinking Crip limping in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now This can't be the flavor of the month Do the the sook's cry foul like the flavour of the, ha Fuck-ity-fuck yes, swear like a sailor And I take shots at death with a credit check chaser The girls want to be a princess for the night But the idea dies like Princess Di When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam Taking off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van Damn, black out, then I'm right back Waking up drunk Dunking down breakfast nightcaps Girl's like, "Fuck you!" I'm like, "Fuck me!" So patriotic put the fucking "cunt" into country [Outro: Sesta & Trials] Put your hands together for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year) All right now ladies, what I want you to do is Take your shirt off for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year) Listen Keep the drinks coming for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year) Look And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)