Double Dutch Songtext
von Funkoars

[Sesta]
Now a days, everybody′s fuckin' with Ses,
The only reason′s 'cause he's probably the best, but now I′m fucking with ya.
He ain′t shit, 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 shit 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 suckin' they tummies (How!)
Rhymes ain't shit 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 fuckin 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 kill a mic
If hip hop's dead then Tupac′s still alive
Pressure′s ill who's gonna inherit the skill
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 suck ses
And budget? fuck it!
We never clean like flashy the fiend taking a drug test
Smart sex 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 ass 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 sucks)
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 shit,
Like about as much fun as a lift from Matthew Broderick. (Oh shit)
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, shit! Now I'm pawning my things,
Quit the mould talk man it′s killing 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,
Shit I′m a rapstar man I don't need to be a cockblocker,
The pissed idiot,
Still a gambling man but I wouldn't dump my cash on this shit 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,
Fuck all in the cabinet's a little bit of rice, cigarettes, and the mice keep having sex,
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 death by asbestos
Life sucks 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 brass light
See the big bright light, alright,
It's the rise of the tyrant
Both gaurds firing
Fucking your wall while I′m smiling
What up?