[Verse 1: Trials]
Hey $#&@ 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 $#&@ed, got dressed, and left with !@$( 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 (*##$ 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 $#&@ up.
Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks

So get the $#&@ out.
Yeah we drink the rum until its out the bail
So what the $#&@s up.

To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off
$#&@ no!, $#&@ no!, $#&@ no!, $#&@ no!, $#&@ no!, $#&@ 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
$#&@ing me dont mean loving me, $#&@ it

I dont want no bun in the oven so face $#&@ 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 $#&@ing 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 !@#% 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
%#@! 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 %#@!ty 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 $#&@s gonna stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are $#&@ing soft @@#!s
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