Funkoars - Hurro

rate me


Let me say something about language

We're discussing sexuality

Not everyone is comfortable talking about the sex

We'll use words you may not be accustomed to

But we do this to clarify, not to shock

We hope that our openess with permission given for you

We hope to help you to open the lines of sexual communication

Between you and your partner

[Verse 1: Sesta]

Alright listen you're better commited, the lyricism is insane

Suck a dick vien like Venom leaving em in pain

Quit the laying I been sayin I'm feelin like Rick James

These fingers itching to get at ya click, face slap!

You cant better the rapper that had a speech inpediment

Now he's better then Mike Jack-son with someone's son

Getting him drunk feeling him up feeling generous, give him a fuck

Yeh I lost it my rap here's still so so

Posing in promo photos fuckin homo's

Into chicks over dosing getting close n

Then I'm leaving em looser than popes clothing

I poke her face with a poker face

On the first date talking about your supposed to wait

Fuck that I'mma Funkoar, hopeless waste of space

Toast to Ses the eight breakin great

[Verse 2: Hons]

Now we a hard act to follow

Ask ya girl I got a hard cock to swallow

While I swipe half ya bottle and we back for round 2

So let the speaker sound booth

Polute everybody in the club thats around you

Meet Mr. E grade celebrity thats sick of dog cunts posing as a pedigree

Fuck them I should open scars

Like the Funkoars loose at an open bar

And that only rap about tits and arse for sure

Cos if a oar in your bitch then that bitch in awe

Yeh so check it, this shits become too effortless

My rhyme books pages like that of the New Testiment

I been charmin since Bush been after Bin Laden

Ghetto pimpin in the club with rip garments

And she still cop the stage dick

And sex sells thats the reason oars always make the A-list

[Verse 3: Trails]

Ay, well let me set it straight then come n twist up the weather vein

24 of the 5th 83 set a date, Mr. T's name deep in the streets

Beef with me is like a three week lease on your teeth

In a few years trust me nothing has changed

Besides the fact bitches never use my government name

Dan Rankin and god damn fuck I'm handsome

If the hat leak seed then the skeeze hand standin

Women want a piece of the beast, rappers want a piece of the beats

and faggots want peace in the streets

'Til the cops kick the door, Funkoars

Pockets sworn raise hell like Robert Fawn with dumb borns

A good man is hard to find

Says who? take another look at sister she and there's two

How dare you compare you to F-U-N-K oars

southboard the sound board

Thanks to Boo for correcting these lyrics

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