What’s Your Malfunction

[Interlude: Radio Presenter (Sesta)]

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The only place that plays the songs that you don't give a flying **** about

Be the first caller in the next fifteen minutes to receive absolutely ****ing nothing

[Intro: Sesta]

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[Verse 1: Sesta]

Feelin' all right, had a top day

Vibin' all night, on the Bombay

On the bull till I drop and then I took a sip

But who know's what the fuck's in this

Now I'm feeling a little left of the centre

Thinking I haven’t had a dance, looking like I walked in a web

Pants falling again, who would have thought? Pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean

They don't need to know that your dick rag's a fallacy

When it's flaccid, Double-A battery

Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ding-a-lingin'

On your missus kitten in front of you bruv while she's playing with it

Is that your BF? (No) Well, where's your GF?

(Shit) What the beef, bitch?

Took a swig of the last bit of whatever's left

And I dipped the fuck, and I'm an unconscious...

[Intermission 1: Sesta]

Mess, oh no

Oh my gawd

Phew whee

[Chorus]

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

[Verse 2: Trials]

Vibin' all day, still kicking, too cool for the school

But old enough to buy the students the booze

So I'm the cool guy with the young kids

Dim the pool lights, did some dumb shit

Now, the fake ID didn't work in the shops

It'll work for the teen, when she speaks to the cops

I got big feet. (What) You know what this means? (What)

It means penis short but fatter than fritz meat

I get a, get a bit of liquor, pick a chicken head

Already chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger

Mmm, lady, let me text you, tonight

I ain't looking for my future wife to get buried next to

I'm looking for the five-minute special

R. Kelly on her belly, then I'll film it on a celly

What's your malfunction? Motherfucker, don't start me

Party till I'm started walking like I'm Heather McCartney (Ha)

[Intermission: Trials]

Ooh

Ain't got a leg to stand on baby

Let's dance!

(Da-dada-dada)

[Chorus]

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

[Verse 3: Hons]

Blinding all day, grinding all night

Love to re-buy, but my cash tight

Look, I'm a sucker for a card game

And with that marked ace, you and your pay cheque can part ways

I'm a Funkoar

No respect for cash, so I bet my stack on a flush draw

Trying to push one past you

Man, I'm tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool

My malfunction, my bank ain't big enough

In Crown Car Park, I'm like "stick 'em up!"

If I ain't stuck with tour dates

I'm on the four-eight table talking till my jaw ache

Now my jacks were good until the king on the last

Some bad beats like a Swedish massage

Or the Texas, yeah, even Manila or all Draw

Your money's welcome at mine, just leave your luck at the door, and tell me

[Intermission 3: Hons (Trials)]

What's your malfunction? (Yeah)

What's your malfunction? (Hons)

What's your malfunction?

[Chorus]

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

What's the malfunction?

What's your malfunction?

Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit

Whatever gets you through the night

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]

[Outro: Sesta]

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