[Verse 1: Sesta]

I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool

In the bicycle lane next to high schools

Side, swipe cyclists

Bugging but fucking, I'm buckled up and, trouble is double

And I'm fucking with any and many hennies I got

Look, no money to show, but show money's

Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby

Help yourself, I'm drunk driving on the highway to hell

I like to, incite violence

Try fighting, Die trying, Life's sliding

The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo

This liquid ammo

Gotta motherfucker feeling like Rambo

I'm the Boston Strangler, see me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler

The new step daddy's a rapper, banging the back of her

I'm back stabbing her up in the rear

I've gotta thank God that I've got it the cunt of the year

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]

And if you see me looking fucking mad

I-I hate cunts

And if you see me looking fucking mad

The cu-cu-cunt of the year

I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts

Life peaked, and down hill at eight months

And if you see me looking fucking mad

It's 'cause I'm fucking mad

[Verse 2: Hons]

First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens

For all I've done to make me look like a cunt to live with

At your party, in your jewellery box, taking all the gold

N' downstairs, drunk as hell, pissing all up on your toilet bowl

The first cat to cry poor when it's my round

So I drink for free at the club

'Till your broke then I bounce

Man, that sounds nice, don't it?

Full time scum bag

Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my cum rag

I'm quick to snake and make to fuck up his whole game

Then drag it back to mine

Like a caveman on the first train

And when you're macking a bitch, I'm rubbing out an easy

One in your cupboard, get my cock out where it ain't wanted

The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate fuck-wit

With chicks that try to nut quick to avoid that cunt lick

The funny shit is, even though I'm a prick

Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]

And if you see me looking fucking mad

I-I hate cunts

And if you see me looking fucking mad

The cu-cu-cunt of the year

I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts

Life peaked, and down hill at eight months

And if you see me looking fucking mad

It's 'cause I'm fucking mad

[Verse 3: Trials]

Pissing everywhere but the pisser. Sipping spilt liquor off the floor

With a crazy straw from the day before

I'm the type big into binge drinking

Crip limping in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now

This can't be the flavor of the month

Do the the sook's cry foul like the flavour of the, ha

Fuck-ity-fuck yes, swear like a sailor

And I take shots at death with a credit check chaser

The girls want to be a princess for the night

But the idea dies like Princess Di

When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam

Taking off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van

Damn, black out, then I'm right back

Waking up drunk

Dunking down breakfast nightcaps

Girl's like, "Fuck you!" I'm like, "Fuck me!"

So patriotic put the fucking "cunt" into country

[Outro: Sesta & Trials]

Put your hands together for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)

All right now ladies, what I want you to do is

Take your shirt off for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)

Listen

Keep the drinks coming for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)

Look

And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)