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And Now for Something Completely Different...

by Vents

[Intro: Sample]
"And now for something completely different"

[Verse 1: Trials]
Hey f*ck you, we crush crews the Oar way
I'm sicker than using period blood for war paint
Fans rush the stage then half these ladies
Got f*cked, got dressed and left with bast*rd babies
These days, I never chase women
'Cause that's like playing rock-paper-scissors limbless
No use and that's an easy mistake
I treat a rapper like a habit, both easy to break
I say take one look, you're dealing with a heavy weight
Suffa got a bed but I gotta b*tch 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

[Hook: Trials]
So shut the f*ck up
Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the f*ck out
Yeah we drink the rum until it's out then bounce
So what the f*ck's up?
To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck no!
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck that!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"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, that's a problem for someone dumb enough
We want ya company, f*cking me don't mean loving me, f*ck it
I don't want no bun in the oven so face f*ck em
Say she love it but she makes her weight to the bucket
Chuck it, but I ain't the greatest of nothing
But she's on her f*cking knees like she's praying or something
Eight in the door rushing, gate crashing 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 sl*t 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

[Hook: Trials]
So shut the f*ck up
Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the f*ck out
Yeah we drink the rum until it's out then bounce
So what the f*ck's up?
To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck no!
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck that!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"Now you left in a daze"
"Never step on stage"
"Now you left in a daze"
"Mic weapons engaged"

[Verse 3: Hons]
Check it out now I'ma tell you what the Oars about
We about to milk this scene dry and take the khakis to the slaughter house
sh*t, 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, Seddy X turn the beat up
Flux fresh on the scratch like a car that's just been keyed up
And you need more then luck if your ripping Hons
The punchlines that I deliver hit harder then Whitney was
Work a sh*tty job, five days and fifty 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 f*ck's going to stop us?)
And half the cats that enter battles these days are f*cking soft c*cks
We get you open like a fresh beer
So ahead of our time we the number one crew of next year

[Hook: Trials]
So shut the f*ck up
Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the f*ck out
Yeah we drink the rum until it's out the bail
So what the f*ck's up?
To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck no!
f*ck no! f*ck no! f*ck that!

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"Tell your-" "Tell-tell-tell-"
"Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk"
"Put the-" "Put-put-put-"
"Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist"