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[Verse 1: Hons]
We got the music make cynics wanna snarl
But I leave them dumbfounded like when Ricky met Karl
I'm an idiot abroad, Oars and K
Bring the more of the raw to your city when we tour
Something different with the Oars yeah we all grown up
Ain't them kiddies anymore man you know what's f*cked
I spent my lunch time sifting through the sifs and the nargs
On Isanyoneup looking for tits or an arse
I can Michael Hutchence the f*ck out too
Rope swinging in the loungeroom, sucks how they found you
And we're back with a power move
Get them hands up high: seven-four-seven altitude
Remember when rap here was punchlines and barbecues?
Now they watch how the markets move
Back then we were all unknown
I watched a Culture of Kings all turn to a Game of Thrones

[Verse 2: Sesta]
I'ma sit on my arse and let the armageddon pass
In the dark hear a spark that'll get him calm
In advance shoot the alarm loot it and I'ma
Sell the pharmaceuticals out the boot of my car
I said piece of piss mang never leave a dick stain
Nobody believe what the bitch saying
Get an alibi and goodbye if you doing it smart
Or get her schizophrenic friend and try and do a ménage
Less rapper, more gaffer
Think laterally release beats that's fatter
The fapper is furious you stay curious
Straight f*ckin' face and smoke the bud dubious
Darn pagan pray to Carl Sagan
Doesn't even matter which way they stay facing
They lust facing hate to listen
And land in calm weather I stay in the brace position

[Chorus]
I got five then I'm ready to roll
With five of the livest, we bury 'em all
Funkoars (In effect) [?] ([?])
[?] till we outta control, said
Five then we're ready to roll
With five of the livest, we bury 'em all
Funkoars (In effect) [?] ([?])
[?] 'til we outta control [Verse 3: Trials]
It's like I'm getting into heaven with the Hell Raiser trilogy
Go to bed nightmares of VCRs killing me
f*ck it, fly to Phuket with triggedy
Put it in the perm turn a brunette to WikiLeaks
Peace, got a silly sized philly in the car
Sweet seena in the front and I'm singing how bizarre
They got propaganda and it's lovely
Trials just had a proppa ganda at the country
All of a sudden they knew I was coming
Lick 'em in the face with my shoe slip the tongue in
T motherf*ckin' this year's COTY
K put it down like it bit somebody
In the hard time I drink the bar dry
Now you mad, I'm bad: Hamid Karzai
They in my face bout footing the bill
I took my thongs off stood on the till wsdl

[Verse 4: K21]
Okay Jose, ready or not
Always right like I asked you get me the boss
Setting it off, sending em off penalty box
Gimme a second it's on then I'll let off the bomb
f*cking-pado-massacred, seeing a double rainbow
They know K go loopier with a stage show
Left em for dead never a second to rest
That's why the gnarg wanna get him to bed
Better than best, fingers up in the air
Not a f*ck of a care, go and tell a current affair
That the neighbours from hell lust moved in
Same motherf*cker with a new grin, making the room spin
Nobody better than T, Seddy, Flashy and Hons
Always bring it to you foul like the bachelor frog
K and Oars on the road was... all that she wrote
We the last ones left, ain't no more when we go

[Chorus]
I got five then I'm ready to roll
With five of the livest, we bury 'em all
Funkoars (In effect) [?] ([?])
[?] till we outta control, said
Five then we're ready to roll
With five of the livest, we bury 'em all
Funkoars (In effect) [?] ([?])
[?] till we outta control

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