"And now for [bad word] different"

[Verse 1: Trials]
Hey [bad word] you we [bad word] crews the oar way
I'm sicker then using period blood for war paint [bad word] the stage then half these ladies
Got [bad word]  got dressed, and left with [bad word] babies
These days I never chase women
'cause thats like playing rock-paper-scissors, Limbless
No use and thats an easy mistake
I treat a rapper like a habit, both easy to break
I say take one look your dealing with a heavy weight
Suffa got a bed but I gotta [bad word] in every state
Strap the latex I'm the pin prick between safe 
and having to take an aids test
I can say Cdub is holding em' back
The only thing holding em' back is being overly wack
Hey messing with the oars of funk
You get [bad word] like you gave Big Pun the top bunk
 [bad word] 
So shut the [bad word] up.
Funkoars pound the stage until the floor breaks
So get the [bad word] out.
Yeah we drink [bad word] until its out the bail
So what the [bad word] up.
To my crew in the front row we ain't never gonna fall off [bad word] no!, [bad word] no!, [bad word] no!, [bad word] no!, [bad word] no!, [bad word] that!

[Hook]
Now you left in a daze
Never step on stage
Now you left in a daze
Mic weapons engaged

[Verse 2: Sesta] [bad word] in and on em anonymously, not monogamously
Get off the top and then they're leaving with their novelty
Honestly got no property
Thats a problem for someone dumb enough we want [bad word] [bad word] me dont mean loving me, [bad word] it
I dont want no bun in the oven so face [bad word] em
Say she love it but she makes her weight to the bucket
Chuck it, but I ain't the greatest of nothing
But shes on her [bad word] knees like she's praying or something
Eight in the [bad word]  gatecrashing the floor
It's nothing but oars and their mates and they may take it all
Praise the lord for the [bad word] and the town of [bad word] With the town [bad word] doing an in and out when they found us
Or see me kicking it drinking with village idiots
Screaming their innocent while spewing up bile into em
Or getting violent and swinging nine irons
At bystanders and fans at random on the land
 [bad word] 

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Hons]
Check it out now I'mma tell you what the oars about
We about to milk this scene dry and take the carcus to the slaughter house [bad word] you ain't thought about the crew that cats talk about
On stage in your city until the mic cords start shorting out
Turn the heat up, Semi x turn the beat up
Flux fresh on the scratch like a car thats just been keyed up
And you need more then luck if your ripping Honz
The punchlines that I deliver hit harder then Whitney was
Work a [bad word] job, 5 days and 50 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 [bad word] gonna stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are [bad word] soft [bad word] We get you open like a fresh beer
So ahead of our time we the number one crew of next year
 [bad word] 

[Hook]
Tell your team I bring harm and never take that risk
Put the scene in my palm and then I make that fist