What’s Your Malfunction

Lyrics

[Interlude: Radio Presenter (Sesta)] Welcome back to who gives a flying **** community radio The only place that plays the songs that you don't give a flying **** about Be the first caller in the next fifteen minutes to receive absolutely ****ing nothing [Intro: Sesta] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha [Verse 1: Sesta] Feelin' all right, had a top day Vibin' all night, on the Bombay On the bull till I drop and then I took a sip But who know's what the fuck's in this Now I'm feeling a little left of the centre Thinking I haven't had a dance, looking like I walked in a web Pants falling again, who would have thought? Pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean They don't need to know that your dick rag's a fallacy When it's flaccid, Double-A battery Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ding-a-lingin' On your missus kitten in front of you bruv while she's playing with it Is that your BF? (No) Well, where's your GF? (Shit) What the beef, bitch? Took a swig of the last bit of whatever's left And I dipped the fuck, and I'm an unconscious... [Intermission 1: Sesta] Mess, oh no Oh my gawd Phew whee [Chorus] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night [Verse 2: Trials] Vibin' all day, still kicking, too cool for the school But old enough to buy the students the booze So I'm the cool guy with the young kids Dim the pool lights, did some dumb shit Now, the fake ID didn't work in the shops It'll work for the teen, when she speaks to the cops I got big feet. (What) You know what this means? (What) It means penis short but fatter than fritz meat I get a, get a bit of liquor, pick a chicken head Already chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger Mmm, lady, let me text you, tonight I ain't looking for my future wife to get buried next to I'm looking for the five-minute special R. Kelly on her belly, then I'll film it on a celly What's your malfunction? Motherfucker, don't start me Party till I'm started walking like I'm Heather McCartney (Ha) [Intermission: Trials] Ooh Ain't got a leg to stand on baby Let's dance! (Da-dada-dada) [Chorus] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night [Verse 3: Hons] Blinding all day, grinding all night Love to re-buy, but my cash tight Look, I'm a sucker for a card game And with that marked ace, you and your pay cheque can part ways I'm a Funkoar No respect for cash, so I bet my stack on a flush draw Trying to push one past you Man, I'm tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool My malfunction, my bank ain't big enough In Crown Car Park, I'm like "stick 'em up!" If I ain't stuck with tour dates I'm on the four-eight table talking till my jaw ache Now my jacks were good until the king on the last Some bad beats like a Swedish massage Or the Texas, yeah, even Manila or all Draw Your money's welcome at mine, just leave your luck at the door, and tell me [Intermission 3: Hons (Trials)] What's your malfunction? (Yeah) What's your malfunction? (Hons) What's your malfunction? What's your malfunction? [Chorus] What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night What's the malfunction? What's your malfunction? Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit Whatever gets you through the night [Scratches: DJ Reflux] [Outro: Sesta] Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha