[Hook]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-/-oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-/-oars
[Verse 1: Hons]
You think you're the shit man? We battle rats about ego
This man blow his own whore like Rip Cam
Get off the stage before you get your rep tarnished
And your dream's shut down by the certified marksman
(The Funkoars) Yes, the name that ring bells
I bring war to this rap world like H.G. Wells
The kids these days, they dropping albums pre-mature
Ain't last a hot minute like they stuck in their war, so
Hons one still dissing your crew
You take it on the chin like Peter Moss finishing moo
So I guess that I'm finished with you
In the booth I spit a hot 16 like it was idiot proof
I'm mad hungry, industry ain't give me a bite
I starve the artist, want to eat, he has to swallow his pride
Fuck that, I'm a Funkoar for life
You can find me at the bar, downin' Jack's till I'm rotten inside
[Hook]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme
[Verse 2: Trials]
T fucking rum loving husband till the hangover
Point fingers at the game like girl, what you bang opera?
But they're wack, they're shit and they're worse
It's maggot rap rim burning, high not enough
Welcome nut helpers sober, never rover, clever burning
To the earth, drunk fuck that can work it in a verse (Hey!)
That's why I give you more of the bore
More for poor kids racking 'oars from the store, listen
How far for the backstage pass?
Got a nice spring to it like help, it's us (Oh!)
I want a hit and miss Connie, get a slice of the
Sneaky sound tape and stick with a [?] Connie?
Record porn store, booth in the back
Try that, chew the fat till she doing just that
Like, nice to meet you, rock up, knock you up
Leave you rinse repeating till I got seeds for soccer season
[Hook]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme
[Verse 3: Sesta]
Peep the sound of the street, peep the sound of the beat
Drop it, now watch me rap the shit out of beat
So I, be easy if you're eager to spit
I got it eager to beef motherfuckers all eager to leave
Said something like "Seddy can't rap"
I've seen him and he said I never said he can't rap
Bad with the left, mad with the right
Slow with a kick, fuck it, bad in a fight
But I roll deep enough, your whole street seen with cunts
Leaking guts in the gutter, so keepin up
Appearences means shit to us
Still the kids keep feeling our stuff
And the ladies keep reaching for nuts
Take away a couple of months and they weren't speaking to us
(Nope) But you can't blame them, we the same
Insane leather brain motherfuckers who won't change
[Hook]
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
The Funk-funk-/oars (WE CERTIFIED!!!)
The (funk) for your trunk, we got the shit that you need
We got the (funk) for your trunk, we got the rhyme