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funkoars - more of the raw lyrics

[skit]
“yo?”
“good morning, this is your hotel porter
11am, time for your checkout.”
“oh, god.” “who was that?”
“who are you?”

[turntablism: dj reflux]
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you-that’s why i give you
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you more of the raw
that’s why i give you-that’s why i give you
that’s why i give you more of the raw

[intro: trials]
hey, yo
before we jump this sh-t off
a lot of sh-t changed since the last record, so
let me get you up to speed on the internal hangover
that is our miserable f-cking lives
that you find so much pleasure in listening
and laughing about, ha ha ha ha ha
funny guys

[verse 1: hons]
now, welcome to the party of sin
where everyone look sus, like they harbouring a [?]
well, i’ma get this started with some jagar shots
[?] six in the bar, people start thinking ‘oars getting paid a lot
now, that’s a false accusation, you’re probably fine
the ‘oar occupation’s just above the poverty line
and debt collectors still hand on my -rs-
the cash that i’ve dumped in [?] like [?]
[?] but i ain’t mad at her
it wasn’t gonna work without that nicotene habit
i’m that drunk sleasy b-st-rd who skis at the bar chicks
fight with my printer and p-ss on my carpet
now, that’s a night with my man jd
been eight years and radio still won’t play me
for the record, i write rhymes for my record
and the people in the front, i wouldn’t change it for a second

[verse 2: trials]
listen, this ain’t the future, all the best, it’s here
it’s nodding heads, holding hands over your step kid’s ears
it’s rock bottom, it’s never saving a penny or living life
like wesley snipes before the cops come in, huh
it’s reinforcing that sh-t you know
it’s the kids staying quiet [?] my flow
it’s a bunch of “let’s go”s and yes for good measure
a couple of go-getter’s so you got it, terrible sh-t
this is decibel deafening sh-t
this is definitely evidence how pessimists lived, it’s this
it’s being glad to back [?]
[?]
it’s the b-ss line [?] and drum kits for days
it’s the [?] doing my work without the whips and chains
it ain’t maybe and catchy
it’s the drugs they pump [?] before playing a patchy

[verse 3: sesta]
live and direct from the wreck of a mine
and it’s mine and i find that it’s fine when i’m dining
on the kind of insane sh-t that needs warnings
your sh-t’s boring
and it’s about time for more of the raw so i kick in a course
once it’s audible, seddy jason bourning ‘em all
whatever happens to the real life rapping
with the rims slapping, i’m feeling a beat ’cause the drum banging
you’ve been hanging with a scab and a thief (oi)
i thought you were a man like avril lavigne (f-ck)
you ain’t been to war if you’re keen for it
and hey trials, you better co operate
you better adopt a better way to get away
what you’re feeling is real, huh, you frivellous f-ck
it’s the late night b-ss in the crates
four in the morning, hotel porter banging the door in

[outro skit]
anybody there (oi seddy)
it’s your hotel porter (oi, turn it off)
(f-cking h-ll) i need to have a word (shut the f-ck up)
i can hear you guys in there (oi, the dude’s here)
i’m gonna give you to the count of three (motherf-cker)
and i’m coming in (sh-t)
one (sh-t, sh-t) two (he he he)

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