[Verse 1: Trials] 

Hey fuck you we crush crews the oar way 

I'm sicker then 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 thats like playing rock-paper-scissors, Limbless 

No use and thats an easy mistake 

I treat a rapper like a habit, both easy to break 

I say take one look your 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 



[Chorus:] 

So shut the fuck up. 

Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks 

So get the fuck out. 

Yeah we drink the rum until its out the bail 

So what the fucks 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! 



[Hook:] 

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 

Thats a problem for someone dumb enough we want ya company 

Fucking me dont mean loving me, fuck it 

I dont 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 shes on her fucking knees like she's praying or something 

Eight in the door rushing, gatecrashing 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 



[Chorus] 



[Hook] 



[Verse 3: Hons] 

Check it out now I'mma tell you what the oars about 

We about to milk this scene dry and take the carcus 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, Semi x turn the beat up 

Flux fresh on the scratch like a car thats just been keyed up 

And you need more then luck if your ripping Honz 

The punchlines that I deliver hit harder then Whitney was 

Work a shitty job, 5 days and 50 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 fucks gonna stop us 

When 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 



[Chorus] 



[Hook:] 

Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk 

Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist