Funkoars - The Greatest Hit текст песни

[Intro]
Hey Seti!
Yeah, we should get some girl going like "Haow" and shit for the chorus for the girl.
I could probably do it like this like, "Haow".

[Verse 1 - Sesta]
You are not Jesus,
You just nailed now you must bail,
Hanging around's out of the question,
I'm dropping the confession.
'Cause gotta live a lotta shots and take it to her like a soccer lesson. (Oh)
And she play the goal keeper,
Soul reason I'm here's to retire old with a pole eater.
(Missing lyrics)
I'm gold diggin' her till I'm bank rollin' bringing me back, (Yeah)
Bunny sticker on a car and the seats to match,
You're kidding, with a Godzilla figure and teethless gap.
Wheeze, asthma attack,
Please stand at the back,
Please step on this paper bag then play it back
Fill those A cups so full with paper
And uhh,
Pray to God that he save ya,
Fix your face up, Cake on make up,
And then the scum bag might pick the bait up. (bait up)

[Intermission]
You just stumbled across the most ugliest crew in the country.
And you're still standin' there looking like a mang, mang!
Oh! (Oh, oh)

[Chorus]
Ladies! Is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off, wipe your blouse off, sound off, (Haow)
Ladies! Is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off, wipe your blouse off, sound off.

[Verse 2 - Trials]
Ugh, they should've left you where they found ya,
The girl stop traffic cause they can't move around her,
They're like "I am beautiful",
Ahh, guess again you're better off making friends with lesbians.
Check, you out of luck hanging round, like Dakota Fanning found, Garry Glitter in her house,
And your mouth stinks smelling like pub parmy, foundation fountain looking like the kiss army,
So I get my drink on, drunk with my pig on, feeling like a feeling like a felt up delta without their wig on.
Brand name shit, and she ain't poor when I found her, but she poor like she pour her body in the smallest outfit,
It sounds sick, but I love a dumb chick,
When the smartest thing coming out their mouths my dick.
I'd buy the piss, and I drag the scratch,
If the Vagina sags,
Like badly packed kebabs.

[Intermission]
Whoa, what's up ladies, standin' there lookin' like you stealin' some meat,
How about you be a friend and come have a barbecue or somethin'?

[Chorus]
Ladies! Is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off, wipe your blouse off, sound off, (Haow)
Ladies! Is that a bun in the oven?
Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in!
Ladies, wipe your mouth off, wipe your blouse off, sound off.

[Verse 3 - Hons]
I don't need sneakers to pimp,
I max skeezes that limp,
No longer train station chicks with Adidas for kicks,
Believe in me this,
The chick that I'm leaving here with,
Would sport a second hand G string and beesting tits,
I had a gut full of women,
Who look like they got a gut full of chicken.
And pucker up when I'm near 'em like, (Kissing noise)
Still take 'em back to the tele then,
Walk of shame with no pants,
Actin' like they elegant.
Head swell again,
Hip size is irrelevant,
As long as their throat can take more than a pelican's, (Cough)
I still date that type skeez,
That breeze up in hills to cover a borrowed fee,
So throw your Centrelink cards in the air, (Girls!)
And wave 'em like you just don't care! (Ladies!)
If you're livin' the dream, I wanna hear you scream,
"I don't pay full price for bus fare!".

[Outro]
(For gods sake....)
(She looked like Olivia Newton John...)
(If she was really ugly and had...)
(Huge balls...)