[Intro: John Cleese]

"And now for something completely different"

[Verse 1: Trials]

Ayy, fuck 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 fucked, got dressed and left with bastard babies (Dada)

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 heavyweight

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

Suckers say C-dub 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: Trials]

So shut the fuck up

Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks

So get the fuck out

Yeah, we drink the rum until it's out, then bounce

So what the fuck's 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!

[Scratches: 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 cuming in and on 'em anonymously, not monogamous, see

Get off the top, and then they're leaving with their novelty

Honestly, got no property, that's a problem for someone dumb enough

Who want ya company, fucking me don't mean loving me, fuck it

I don't want no bun in the oven, so face fuck 'em

Say she love it, but she makes her way to the bucket

Chuck it, nah, I ain't the greatest of nothing

But she on her fucking knees like she prayin' 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 slut doing an in and out when they found us

Or see me kicking it, drinking with village idiots

Screaming they're innocent while spewing up bile into 'em

Or getting violent and swinging nine irons

At bystanders and fans at random, I'm the man

[Chorus: Trials]

So shut the fuck up

Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks

So get the fuck out

Yeah, we drink the rum until it's out, then bounce

So what the fuck's 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!

[Scratches: 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 carcass to the slaughterhouse

Shit, you ain't thought about that crew cats talk about

On stage in your city till the mic cord 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 than luck if you're ripping Hons

The punchlines that I deliver hit harder than Whitney was

Work a shitty 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 fuck's gonna stop us?)

And 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: Trials]

So shut the fuck up

Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks

So get the fuck out

Yeah, we drink the rum until it's out, then bounce

So what the fuck's 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!

[Scratches: 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"