Funkoars - Double Dutch lyrics

[Sesta] Now a days, everybody's f**in' with Ses, The only reason's 'cause he's probably the best, but now I'm f**ing with ya. He ain't sh**, and he ain't rich, the heathen in black that's keen on a drink you better give it to 'em. Security's saying leave with him miss, It's funny the sh** you do when ya needin' to piss. (Piss off bra) I need to leave in a hurry, I like the track you do about the ladies s**in' they tummies (How!) Rhymes ain't sh** dig the chorus, Now which 'Oar is you. Step in the pit for us. Course I will, (Course he will) With a grin, (With a grin) But no questions, and do me in. Feelin' piss poor in the morning until the piss pourin' again. C'mon say it, Feelin' piss poor in the morning until the piss pourin' again. [Pressure] I came in the door Must've been later then four that's what you get when you're mates with the oars, spent a day in remorse nature taking it's course and what this world don't give me i'm a take it by force and it been a sayin if i never made a cent for my record play wouldn't feel like everyday's a bender always set it straight, never set a fake agenda not clever mate f**in with a heavy weight contenders soggers ain't no use in holdin a grudges be my hired man so i can say I roll with the punches the only thing that comes free is what you've stolen from others the air you breathe ain't nothing you can hold in your clutches till I'm old and one crutches i'll still k** a mic If hip hop's dead then Tupac's still alive pressure's ill who's gonna inherit the sk** you never get it and you never will you never were [Trials] yeah I'm trying to get enough bank to never break fifties and have big things in front of me like fake titties But yep you guessed it every single cent that I got spent instead of invested nuff said, so, check, we measuring success counting the fans that want to s** ses and budget? f** it! we never clean like flashy the fiend taking a drug test smart s** that I peddle on funk breaks Like Lance armstrong but his nuts ain't and that's below the belt get it? I said his nuts ain't and that's below the belt check it I wanna travel the world jet to the netherlands. run a muck meet some girls bang a double dutch who else do it like this and rap his a** off a legend what I do with my dick [Suffa] Time you wanna die but I swell, I wanna blow it up, (Dude you know it s**s) Nobody's sharing we all going Dutch. With the friends that wanna fill the dinner plates, Eva Mendez wanna fill the dinner plates. A Dinner date with Suff, dumb as dog sh**, Like about as much fun as a lift from Matthew Broderick. (Oh sh**) Toxic, convention tight good looks, Ho's put it down like Hons pissin on the cook book. Too many cooks with sixteens, Not enough fans with big schemes, sound like big scams. (Big hands), Know what that means? A big sack. (Big plans), know what that means? Pigs that, Dig that, Gift wrapped and served white girl, With such a big rack you'd think that they stuffed the bra. We're bringin' big back, So give back, the kids back, starin' at your recycling like, "Yo you gonna drink that?". [Hons] Man, I used to be a Centrelink King, until I got caught, sh**! Now I'm pawning my things, Quit the mould talk man it's k**ing my binge, I only got one life to rip my liver to bits, The villainest kid from the South of the city, Brought up right but Hackham turned my mouth kind of gritty, I'm hard to swallow like the gobstopper, sh** I'm a rapstar man I don't need to be a co*kblocker, The pissed idiot, Still a gambling man but I wouldn't dump my cash on this sh** syndicate, Stone-cold sleeps Hons and I just finished 25 shows and still got a clean Johnson, I'm on par with T for a girl in every state and you goal to be like magic minus the aids pouring Jager down my throat 'til I'm flat on my arse, at the bar with the friends screaming 'Sha la la' [Vents] I'm the fish in the proverbial pond I never wanna get along with a hammerheads and I ain't happy til my habit's fed, f** all in the cabinet's a little bit of rice, cigarettes, and the mice keep having s**, Holes in the walls, in my brain, sowing the seeds of discontent but still praying for rain, prayin for when the gain when my girl put out said the pill make her fat, so i pull out just in time paraniod and restless unemployed so we praying for d**h by asbestos life s**s and you die one more of these and it's probably goodbye but i'm enjoyig the ride and we sayin good night while i'm praying to the whole bra** light see the big bright light, alright, it's the rise of the tyrant both gaurds firing f**ing your wall while I'm smiling what up?