Uglier Party
By Funkoars (2019)
On album UglyDolls (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (2019)
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[Intro]
"Welcome swingers, pull up a groove and get fabulous"
[Verse 1: Headlock]
I walk through the gate of this house party in the hills
Something seems mad familiar and I start getting chills
It's the same place, f*ck it, I'm 'oar in a rocket
And I wanna see if that retarded b*tch is still in the closet
I got some bills in my pocket so I head straight for the punch
Some girl grabs her gut, that should liven her up
She's lookin' at me like "what?" so I flash her a smile
I think I scared her off 'cause she's headin' over to Trials
f*ck her anyway, I wanna take over the stage
Says he's gettin' molested, I think that he mightn't be here to be saved
'Cause her mother's twice his age and doesn't understand no
Well, f*ck her man, let's go, the cops are here to can the show
[Verse 2: Hons]
I f*ckin' hate cops but there's one hottie sergeant
Her jurisdiction's in my pants, and she can head that department
Adam and Lee gotta still stagger up, yellin'
This is how you real kill a cop like a sleazy ill bill
Call out controls, yo, you wanna punish this b*tch?
'Bout to give a new meaning to f*ckin' pig on a spit
Mad, sketchy, yanking beers from the Esky
Found the girl with epilepsy then I passed the torch to Eddy
Like winners in a relay
Give a f*ck about the host B-day, I scull my Jacks bottle, the DJ
Gained his [?] for he's standing next to Hocker
The cash is tomorrow, spend that I lack on some random strippers
[Verse 3: Edits]
I was half cut and bathed up in a bath tub
The tightest guts get so retarded, you drunk down a car
f*ck smart-arse c*nts, startin' sh*t like our movements
Shoutin' abuse from the roof of your house, a foul-mouthed 'Coota
Down with goon looks like it's goin' out of fashion
Got a passion for trashy sl*ts flashin' their jugs and stubby-smashin'
Come and crash in through the window on a child scooter
See what I can try and find inside the files of your computer
'Cause I never recubulate, party start the benders
I'm probably why the cops arrived in [?] to remember
How I found my way into your neighbour's lounge room
Passed out, wakin' up, game to jump without puttin' my glass down
[Verse 4: Sesta]
I'm rockin' up late and I'm already singin' and drink
Spillin' and fillin' my cup up wit' your uncle's cough syrup
Now I'm chillin' but this ugly sl*t keep fillin' me up
I'm 'bout to show her, I mean he got punched drunk love
But, before it got messy, Headdy got to get me
Lead me to a cypher of ladies so I crept in
And they all know who I am so I'ma go get killed
But the sixteen year-old girls here are actually MILFs
And I don't wanna hang wit' your son in the morning
f*ck it, I'm gettin' the cab to Stormy's, Trials let me afford it
Every drunk puttin' my initials on your bonnet
Tryna jack off in the toilet but there's no f*ckin' lock on it
[Verse 5: Interger]
So once you get us the weekend, my intents get up to something
Another party, drink till I'm f*ck stumbling, guts rumbling
As I pass by a big Trials who didn't even notice me
He's looking drowsy and his eyes aren't even focused
Drinkin' spirits of pope types that haven't soaked in right
A p*sstard, hear me (open wide!) I think he looked over-tight
Really just to help us, f*ck brain settle or self destruct
Molesting tracks, I grab the beat and felt it up
Sadly, it's all good, lied to some uniform f*ckwits
One knocks over my glass and tells me "suck sh*t"
So I'm out of drinks to [?] hazards in foam
I stumble out of the party and start to stagger home
[Verse 6: Trials]
So, I stepped in the party, met this high school chick
I went before I could blink, headlock and fixed them a drink
I'm like "give me that sh*t", I take a scull and a sip
But, in a second, my legs turn limp like a [?] wrists
That drink must passed me out on the crusty sofa
I woke up stuck in police tape when this party's over
With no hope of escape, man I'm groggy as sh*t
I came to have seen the stubbly double-chin of a bikie chick
I tried to resist but I slugged, hands cuffed
I wouldn't mind so much if I could tell her tits from guts
The funk [?] bikie threw me on top of her Harley
It's a better way to get away from another ugly party
[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"And party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t
And party–par–par–par–
Party and bullsh*t"
"So I drink–" "–and party"
"So I drink–" "–and bullsh*t"
"Just–just me and my crew 'cause all we wanna do is"
"–drink till I can hardly recall a party at all"
"Welcome swingers, pull up a groove and get fabulous"
[Verse 1: Headlock]
I walk through the gate of this house party in the hills
Something seems mad familiar and I start getting chills
It's the same place, f*ck it, I'm 'oar in a rocket
And I wanna see if that retarded b*tch is still in the closet
I got some bills in my pocket so I head straight for the punch
Some girl grabs her gut, that should liven her up
She's lookin' at me like "what?" so I flash her a smile
I think I scared her off 'cause she's headin' over to Trials
f*ck her anyway, I wanna take over the stage
Says he's gettin' molested, I think that he mightn't be here to be saved
'Cause her mother's twice his age and doesn't understand no
Well, f*ck her man, let's go, the cops are here to can the show
[Verse 2: Hons]
I f*ckin' hate cops but there's one hottie sergeant
Her jurisdiction's in my pants, and she can head that department
Adam and Lee gotta still stagger up, yellin'
This is how you real kill a cop like a sleazy ill bill
Call out controls, yo, you wanna punish this b*tch?
'Bout to give a new meaning to f*ckin' pig on a spit
Mad, sketchy, yanking beers from the Esky
Found the girl with epilepsy then I passed the torch to Eddy
Like winners in a relay
Give a f*ck about the host B-day, I scull my Jacks bottle, the DJ
Gained his [?] for he's standing next to Hocker
The cash is tomorrow, spend that I lack on some random strippers
[Verse 3: Edits]
I was half cut and bathed up in a bath tub
The tightest guts get so retarded, you drunk down a car
f*ck smart-arse c*nts, startin' sh*t like our movements
Shoutin' abuse from the roof of your house, a foul-mouthed 'Coota
Down with goon looks like it's goin' out of fashion
Got a passion for trashy sl*ts flashin' their jugs and stubby-smashin'
Come and crash in through the window on a child scooter
See what I can try and find inside the files of your computer
'Cause I never recubulate, party start the benders
I'm probably why the cops arrived in [?] to remember
How I found my way into your neighbour's lounge room
Passed out, wakin' up, game to jump without puttin' my glass down
[Verse 4: Sesta]
I'm rockin' up late and I'm already singin' and drink
Spillin' and fillin' my cup up wit' your uncle's cough syrup
Now I'm chillin' but this ugly sl*t keep fillin' me up
I'm 'bout to show her, I mean he got punched drunk love
But, before it got messy, Headdy got to get me
Lead me to a cypher of ladies so I crept in
And they all know who I am so I'ma go get killed
But the sixteen year-old girls here are actually MILFs
And I don't wanna hang wit' your son in the morning
f*ck it, I'm gettin' the cab to Stormy's, Trials let me afford it
Every drunk puttin' my initials on your bonnet
Tryna jack off in the toilet but there's no f*ckin' lock on it
[Verse 5: Interger]
So once you get us the weekend, my intents get up to something
Another party, drink till I'm f*ck stumbling, guts rumbling
As I pass by a big Trials who didn't even notice me
He's looking drowsy and his eyes aren't even focused
Drinkin' spirits of pope types that haven't soaked in right
A p*sstard, hear me (open wide!) I think he looked over-tight
Really just to help us, f*ck brain settle or self destruct
Molesting tracks, I grab the beat and felt it up
Sadly, it's all good, lied to some uniform f*ckwits
One knocks over my glass and tells me "suck sh*t"
So I'm out of drinks to [?] hazards in foam
I stumble out of the party and start to stagger home
[Verse 6: Trials]
So, I stepped in the party, met this high school chick
I went before I could blink, headlock and fixed them a drink
I'm like "give me that sh*t", I take a scull and a sip
But, in a second, my legs turn limp like a [?] wrists
That drink must passed me out on the crusty sofa
I woke up stuck in police tape when this party's over
With no hope of escape, man I'm groggy as sh*t
I came to have seen the stubbly double-chin of a bikie chick
I tried to resist but I slugged, hands cuffed
I wouldn't mind so much if I could tell her tits from guts
The funk [?] bikie threw me on top of her Harley
It's a better way to get away from another ugly party
[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]
"And party and bullsh*t
And party and bullsh*t
And party–par–par–par–
Party and bullsh*t"
"So I drink–" "–and party"
"So I drink–" "–and bullsh*t"
"Just–just me and my crew 'cause all we wanna do is"
"–drink till I can hardly recall a party at all"
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