[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 cum in my cupboard
Drunk ‘til I’m in the gutter but fuck it, I love it
I smash taboos and rap, right now
It’s wacker than a bitch with a mullah back tattoo
So give the kiddies some black ID
You don’t want the motherfuckers 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 shits the medicine, I said I must have meant it then yet again
A special blend, making noise [?]
Walking in the club like “Oh fuck, 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