Funkoars - C.O.T.Y lyrics

[Verse 1 - Sesta] I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool, In the bicycle lane next to high schools. Side, swipe cyclists, Buggin' but f**in', I'm buckled up and, trouble is double, And I'm f**in' with any and many hennies I got. Look, No money to show, but show money, Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby, Help yourself, I'm drunk drivin' on the highway to hell. I like to, incite violence, Try fightin', Die tryin', Life's slidin'. The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo, This liquid ammo, Gotta mother f**er feelin' like Rambo. I'm the Boston Strangler, See me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler. The new step daddy's a rapper, Bangin' the back of her. I'm back stabbin' her, Up in the rear, I've gotta thank God that I've got it, The c*nt Of The Year. [Chorus] And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (I-I hate c*nts) And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (The cu-cu-c*nt of the year) I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts, Life peaked, and down hill at eight months, And if you see me looking f**ing mad, It's cause I'm f**ing mad. [Verse 2 - Hons] First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens, For all I've done to make me look like a c*nt to live with. At your party, in your j**elery box, Takin' all the gold. N' downstairs, drunk as hell, Pissing all up on your toilet bowl. The first cat to cry poor when it's my round, So I drink for free at the club, 'Till your broke then I bounce. Man, that sounds nice, don't it? Full time scum bag, Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my cum rag. I'm quick to snake and make to f** up his whole game, Then drag it back to mine, Like a caveman on the first train. And when you mackin' a b**h, I'm rubbin' out an easy, one in your cupboard, Get my co*k out where it ain't wanted. The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate f**-wit, With chicks that try to nut quick, To avoid that c*nt lick. The funny sh** is even though I'ma prick, Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink. [Chorus] And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (I-I hate c*nts) And if you see me looking f**ing mad, (The cu-cu-c*nt of the year) I hate - I hate - I-I hate c*nts, Life peaked, and down hill at eight months, And if you see me looking f**ing mad, It's cause I'm f**ing mad. [Verse 3 - Trials] Pissin' everywhere but the pisser. Sippin' spilt liquor off the floor, With a crazy straw from the day before. I'm the type big into binge drinkin', Crip limpin in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now. This can't be the flavor of the month, Do the the sooks cry foul like the flavour of the, ha, f**-ity-f** yes, Swear like a sailor, And I take shots at d**h with a credit check chaser. The girls want to be a princess for the night, But the idea dies like Princess Di, When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam, Takin' off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van Damn, black out, then I'm right back, Wakin' up drunk, Dunkin' down breakfast nightcaps. Girl's like, "f** you!", I'm like, "f** me!", So patriotic put the f**in' "c*nt" into country. [Outro] Put your hands together for the, (c*nt of the year) (All right now ladies), What I want you to do is take your shirt off for the, (c*nt of the year) (Listen), Keep the drinks comin' for the, (c*nt of the year) (Look), And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the, (c*nt of the year)