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funkoars - you know it lyrics

[intro: trials]
”you know it”
ba ba, ba ba, ba ba, ba ba

[verse 1: trials]
[?] skinny dip with dawn frasier
age, weight and [?] i may misuse
the one thousand tissues, covered in c-m in my cupboard
drunk ‘til i’m in the gutter but f-ck it, i love it
i smash taboos and rap, right now
it’s wacker than a b-tch with a mullah back tattoo
so give the kiddies some black id
you don’t want the motherf-ckers tryin’ to act like me
i’m a well-seasoned skeazer, bleazer
say “nice to meet you” while i spike your breazer
the right hand shake ya, left hand break ya
[?] the way i raise steaks up
you either got it or you’re gettin’ it
i always sh-ts the medicine, i said i must have meant it then yet again
a special blend, making noise [?]
walking in the club like “oh f-ck, it’s them again”

[chorus]
funkoars crew and we’re tearin’ it down
obese kings still wearin’ the crown
funkoars crew and we’re tearin’ it down
peepshow entertainment kings wearin’ the crown
funkoars crew and we’re tearin’ it down
obese kings still wearin’ the crown
funkoars crew and we’re tearin’ it down
peepshow entertainment kings wearin’ the crown

[verse 2: sesta]
yeah, the h-ll we sending ‘em
puttin’ ‘em to bed forever [?]
[?] as ever as i resurrect for seconds
x the letter [?] they caught ‘em f-ckin’ better
punks and veterans consult the letterin’
funkoars [?] for better results
get a hold of [?] a rope put your head in it
and wait for the jolt while i’m sippin’ on the liquor with [?]
i’ve seen a lot of d-ckheads involved
with anything and everything i’d never [?]
if i did it i [?] rip it up, wrist slit it, cut and
do it again but no f-ckin’ body turned up
word ‘em up [?] unstoppable
and, on top of that, toppin’ us, that’s impossible
saw that look on your face, you better stop it
‘cause all your next drops getting you as modest sucker

[verse 3: hons]
when i’m drinking, it’s out of cups that’s bigger than maria got
until i chuck my guts and my high like a flying fox
the ‘oars got the slug like od
the underdogs comin’ up, that’s why victory is so sweet
i bruise a beat like it’s husband hitter
so don’t be surprised at my groupies that are ugly women
in hindsight, i use a line mic
to go backstage and get my ps bottled like some dynamite
steppin’ like [?] voice box flamethrower
[?] consists of masta ace and j [?]
can’t remain sober, jagar ‘til my stomach hurt
i rock shows at homeless shelters and still give ‘em their money’s worth
obese crew, we roll with the staunches
still got game on half your posse and benchwarmers
hons one, [?]
the ‘oars, we your best bet like [?]

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