[Verse 1 - Hunter]
Up the creek without a paddle, but we got Funkoars,
Where's my beer? c*nt, we drunk yours!
Sons of wars, I'm breaking tons of laws,
It's f**ing Hunts of course, putting runs on the board,
Like Langer at a test match, I'm taking the best catch,
I check out the face them tits and then snatch,
I always wear a rubber so the eggs don't hatch,
I needed some funk, and 'Oars had a new batch,
I scored well for it, I got amphetimized,
And crossed the nullabor to hang with certified wise.
Losing sanity on a thirty hour drive,
Hip hop's the only reason that I'm still alive.
[Verse 2 -???]
I'm the dude at the back of the club, Slashed like f**,
With my head nearly touching my gut, Throwing sh** up,
It's the 'Oars of Funk, and we just started gettin' drunk.