Funkoars members are Mr Trials (Producer/MC), Uncle Sesta (Producer/MC), Sketchy Hons (MC) and DJ Reflux (DJ)
Funkoars were founded on the unique personalities of four individuals. These larger than life musicians were drawn to each other not just from a love of music, but their light hearted and jovial outlook on life.
Itβs these personalities coupled with their prodigious talent that has brought Funkoars their success. The energetic and humorous nature of their lyrics is not something that can be emulated. While they may sometimes walk the thin line between disgusting and ludicrous, it's been this cutting edge mix that has brought their music so much attention.
The Oarsβ achievements extend beyond their works as group. Trials is also a prolific producer, having crafted tracks for the likes of Hilltop Hoods, Cross Bred Mongrels, Vents and most recently Draphtβs album Brothers Grimm. Both Vents and Drapht have had massive success with their respective Trials produced singles, 'Love Song' and 'Jimmy Recard', added to high rotation on Triple J.
Now one of the country's most sought after producers, Trials has his plate full for the immediate future with a new Vents album on the books and a side gig as a dispenser of no-nonsense advice in rhyme form in his regular column for Ralph magazine.
Not happy to rest on their past achievements or be pigeonholed by critics for their inimitable style, the Oars have evolved yet again and will bring a brand new sound to the table. The Hangover is poised to be the most talked about hip hop album from Australia in 2008, hands down.
Bad Habits
Funkoars Lyrics
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All right people, we're gonna talk about bad habits,
I used to have a bad habit when I had a yeast infection, where I scratched it continually!
First person I want to talk about, their bad habits, is you Headlock, what have you got to say?
[Verse 1 - Headlock]
A lot of people are like, "Headlock's got issues",
Fuck that, I got a subscription and a full box of tissues.
And before shaking my hand you might consider vaccination.
Yeah I'm that dude that's in elevators arguing with himself,
'Cause I don't have time to talk to anyone else.
Any chick that sits down next to me when I'm drinking at bars,
I cough in her face and tell her, "I think I have SARS".
Bi-polar, eye disorder, I talk so (Interruption)
(Unclear Rabble)
But that comes and goes, sort of like me.
I don't love you hoes so I jerk off then I leave,
You don't know bad habits 'til you've lived like me.
Walk a mile in my shoes, they suck and I want your Nike's.
I guess the worst thing I do when I'm guesting on tracks,
I scream, "Headlock", for a cut and make the rest of it whack.
[Psychiatrist]
Alright, I'm going to get myself a cut,
Mr. Suttersutter.
[Verse 2 - Trials]
It's the Aussie sex symbol, you better ask your mother,
I'm like hip hop's version of that dude, Dieter Brummer.
I've got a slight habit, girls call me vain,
'Cause my brain's a one-track mind made up of my face.
There's no complaints, ladies know that I'm good,
And women faint when they check the size of the manhood.
Like, (What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! Say it again now)
My sex style is tight like Liv Tyler,
Quite the pimp kind of guy to kiss like a,
Exact replica of Gene Simmons,
These teach the women cop the breaststroke like I was swimming.
I sorta lie like the chicks that I say that I lay,
On their backs on a day to day base.
But honestly, I couldn't set a pulse on fire,
So signing off, Mr Trials, compulsive liar.
[Psychiatrist]
Don't be so hard on yourself, you're a strapping young lad.
Pressure, what do you got to say?
[Verse 3 - Pressure]
I get so drunk I fall flat, landing hard on my chin,
Crack a retarded grin, my eyes get this glazed, looking far from a king.
To attain drunk, my thoughts are a fumble,
I try to talk but I mumble, try to walk but I stumble.
And when my mind gets as dirty as a pint of Coopers,
I delve down for a few rounds of pocket snooker.
I like hawking loogies, picking plaque from my teeth,
Scratching my arse, fartin', and long walks on the beach.
So how about it girls? I'm an eligible bachelor,
Some guys will buy you flowers, I'm gunna get drunk and rap for you.
Then stagger to the closest quarter, open my drawers,
Then spew before you claim he was a closed talker.
See, I got habits as bad, like faggots that drag.
Make your stomach churn like retards having a shag,
Man, my rapping is sad, (No doubt)
And when I was at your house,
I picked my nose and wiped it under your couch.
[Psychiatrist]
I hope that wasn't my couch, it was made by Pakistani Seventh-day Adventists!
[Verse 4 - Sesta]
I wish I was a bad habit, it's an epidemic,
I'm legging it from paramedics when given the sedative.
You see, I wish I could settle it but my best bet's to get it severed from my neck,
Then I would get respected.
'Til then I guess I'll just,
Take a breather and beat up the weak and feeble for even believing they could defeat me.
I'd only take them on if they were smaller, with my mates and his were gone.
At least I don't take drugs, I just use them as my excuse,
To act the way that I do, so disregard what I say to you.
My mind's fucked up, corrupted.
My shirt's tucked only when my butt's sucked in, it must be the gluttony,
From Monday to Sunday, I wanna go out like Pun so catch me at the buffet.
You see these hairy palms? They don't mean no harm,
I'm in need of an eating companion 'cause I'm sick of my left arm.
[Psychiatrist]
Sesta, if you're hungry I'll have Marco prepare you a trifle.
[Verse 5 - Suffa]
I only smoke a pack on a good night,
On a bad night I smoke two packs like Suge Knight.(?)
Then when Saturday comes it feels like a chimney shat on my lungs,
Fuck your patches and gums.
(They call me Goldfinger)
You should see I got the illist hands from puffing on the 12 milligrams,
(Goldfinger)
I swear man it looks like I've been stirring a curry with my bare hands.
And my breath gets funky, I know huh?
But if you don't like kissin' a smoker, then just blow one.
I smoke to the butt, I choke 'til it's done,
Like dope smoker's, toke it right down to their thumb.
And if I could quit, (Shit)
I could save the dollars to get my lungs flushed by a Mexican doctor.
(Achh he no speak English!)
And he's completely incompetent,
And doing a procedure that's banned on six continents,
Bring out your dumb.
[Psychiatrist]
Bring out your dumb!? I'll bring out a can of whoop-ass on you.
You shouldn't put people down.
Anyway, it's been a really good session everyone,
You're very clever people,
Hopefully now you've got that out of your system you can address your problems
[Reflux]
"Doing your crib... break a sample like a bad habit"
(Scratches)
"Bad habit"
The lyrics to Funkoars's song Bad Habits ft Headlock talk about each rapper's bad habits. The introduction to the verse talks about a psychiatrist who wants to discuss bad habits, including scratching while experiencing a yeast infection. Headlock's verse talks about his issues, how he argues with himself in elevators, coughs in women's faces telling them he has SARS, and talks about the mental and physical health issues he has experienced. Trials' verse talks about his one-track mind, vain attitude, and lies he tells to women. Pressure talks about getting drunk and the things he does when he is drunk, including hawking loogies, picking plaque from teeth, scratching his butt, and farting; he ends the verse by trying to pick up girls but throws up before he can get through a conversation. Sesta's verse talks about how he is an epidemic and how he wishes he could sever himself at the neck to get the respect he desires. Finally, Suffa's verse talks about smoking and the effects of it on his body, hoping to quit to get his lungs flushed out.
One of the main themes of the song is mental health issues, such as bi-polar disorder and addiction, as each rapper talks about their bad habits. Another theme is the way society perceives each of them and their attitudes towards it, as they are not ashamed of their bad habits and their overall behavior. The lyrics are also humorous, with the psychiatrist adding comic relief to the song.
Line by Line Meaning
A lot of people are like, 'Headlock's got issues'
Many people think that Headlock has problems
Fuck that, I got a subscription and a full box of tissues
But I don't care, I have a subscription and plenty of tissues
I'm not a character, I play one in my imagination
I may not be a fictional character, but I pretend to be one in my mind
And before shaking my hand you might consider vaccination
Before shaking my hand, you should think about protecting yourself from potential germs
Yeah I'm that dude that's in elevators arguing with himself
I'm the person you see in elevators having arguments with himself
'Cause I don't have time to talk to anyone else
Because I don't have the time or patience to talk to others
Any chick that sits down next to me when I'm drinking at bars
Any girl who sits next to me while I'm drinking at bars
I cough in her face and tell her, 'I think I have SARS'
I purposely cough in her face and jokingly claim to have SARS
Bi-polar, eye disorder, I talk so (Interruption)
I have bipolar disorder and an eye disorder which affects my speech at times
(Unclear Rabble)
Indistinct noise or conversation
But that comes and goes, sort of like me
But those symptoms come and go, similar to how I am inconsistent
I don't love you hoes so I jerk off then I leave
I don't have genuine affection for you, so I satisfy my desires with self-pleasure and then leave
You don't know bad habits 'til you've lived like me
You wouldn't understand what truly constitutes bad habits unless you've experienced a life like mine
Walk a mile in my shoes, they suck and I want your Nike's
Try to empathize with my experiences, even though my life is difficult and I desire what you have
I guess the worst thing I do when I'm guesting on tracks
I suppose the most negative aspect of my involvement in music collaborations
I scream, 'Headlock', for a cut and make the rest of it whack
I demand recognition and payment for my contribution to a song, even if it ruins the quality
It's the Aussie sex symbol, you better ask your mother
I consider myself a desirable Australian, you should ask your mother for confirmation
I'm like hip hop's version of that dude, Dieter Brummer
I compare myself to Dieter Brummer as a representation of hip hop's equivalent
I've got a slight habit, girls call me vain
I have a minor habit that leads girls to perceive me as conceited
'Cause my brain's a one-track mind made up of my face
Because my brain is solely focused on my appearance
There's no complaints, ladies know that I'm good
There are no negative comments, women recognize that I am skilled
And women faint when they check the size of the manhood
Women become overwhelmed and impressed when they observe my well-endowed genitalia
My sex style is tight like Liv Tyler
My approach to sex is skillful and reminiscent of Liv Tyler
Quite the pimp kind of guy to kiss like a
I am a charming and skilled individual when it comes to kissing
Exact replica of Gene Simmons
I am just as talented and charismatic as Gene Simmons
These teach the women cop the breaststroke like I was swimming
My actions and behavior prompt women to imitate the breaststroke swimming technique
I sorta lie like the chicks that I say that I lay
I tend to exaggerate or fabricate stories about the women I claim to have slept with
On their backs on a day to day base
They engage in sexual activities with me regularly
But honestly, I couldn't set a pulse on fire
But in truth, I am not exceptionally charismatic or exciting
So signing off, Mr Trials, compulsive liar
Therefore, I conclude my verse as Mr. Trials, who tends to compulsively lie
I get so drunk I fall flat, landing hard on my chin
I become extremely intoxicated to the point of falling and hurting myself
Crack a retarded grin, my eyes get this glazed, looking far from a king
I have a foolish smile on my face, and my eyes appear unfocused and unimpressive
To attain drunk, my thoughts are a fumble
When I try to get drunk, my thinking becomes disorganized and clumsy
I try to talk but I mumble, try to walk but I stumble
I struggle to speak clearly and walk steadily due to my intoxication
And when my mind gets as dirty as a pint of Coopers
When my thoughts become as vulgar as a glass of Coopers beer
I delve down for a few rounds of pocket snooker
I engage in playing pocket snooker as a means to occupy my mind
I like hawking loogies, picking plaque from my teeth
I enjoy spitting mucus and removing dental plaque from my teeth
Scratching my arse, fartin', and long walks on the beach
I scratch my buttocks, pass gas, and enjoy leisurely walks along the beach
So how about it girls? I'm an eligible bachelor
So, ladies, what do you think? I am a single man who is considered suitable for marriage
Some guys will buy you flowers, I'm gunna get drunk and rap for you
While other men may give you flowers, my way of impressing you is by getting drunk and rapping
Then stagger to the closest quarter, open my drawers
Then I stumble to the nearest bathroom, open my pants
Then spew before you claim he was a closed talker
And vomit before you accuse me of being a person who talks too closely
See, I got habits as bad, like faggots that drag
You see, I have equally bad habits, like individuals who drag their feet
Make your stomach churn like retards having a shag
My behavior can be quite repulsive, similar to intellectually disabled people having sexual intercourse
Man, my rapping is sad, (No doubt)
My rap skills are depressing and pitiful, there's no denying it
And when I was at your house, I picked my nose and wiped it under your couch
And when I was at your house, I engaged in the unpleasant habit of picking my nose and secretly disposing of the resulting residue under your couch
I wish I was a bad habit, it's an epidemic
I desire to be an addictive and troublesome habit, as it seems to be prevalent
I'm legging it from paramedics when given the sedative
I am quickly escaping from medical personnel who attempt to administer sedatives
You see, I wish I could settle it but my best bet's to get it severed from my neck
I yearn to resolve my issues, but it seems more likely that I should remove my head entirely
Then I would get respected
In that case, I might gain more respect
At least I don't take drugs, I just use them as my excuse
I can take solace in the fact that I do not consume drugs, but I often use them as an explanation for my behavior
To act the way that I do, so disregard what I say to you
To justify my actions and demeanor, so please ignore the words I speak to you
My mind's fucked up, corrupted
My mind is severely damaged and dysfunctional
My shirt's tucked only when my butt's sucked in
I only tuck in my shirt when I forcefully tighten my buttocks
It must be the gluttony
This behavior is likely due to my excessive indulgence
From Monday to Sunday, I wanna go out like Pun so catch me at the buffet
Throughout the entire week, I have a strong desire to eat excessively, similar to the rapper Big Pun, so you'll find me at the buffet
You see these hairy palms? They don't mean no harm
I have hairy palms, which is often associated with engaging in inappropriate activities, but they do not bring harm
I'm in need of an eating companion 'cause I'm sick of my left arm
I desire someone to eat meals with, as I am tired of using my left arm alone
I only smoke a pack on a good night
I only smoke a pack of cigarettes on a night that I perceive as positive or enjoyable
On a bad night I smoke two packs like Suge Knight
However, on a negative night, I smoke twice as many packs of cigarettes, similar to the musician Suge Knight
Then when Saturday comes it feels like a chimney shat on my lungs
By the time Saturday arrives, my lungs feel heavily burdened and polluted from smoking
Fuck your patches and gums
I don't care about nicotine patches and gum that aid in quitting smoking
(They call me Goldfinger)
I am nicknamed Goldfinger
You should see I got the illist hands from puffing on the 12 milligrams
You should recognize that my hands are affected by smoking cigarettes with a nicotine content of 12 milligrams
I swear man it looks like I've been stirring a curry with my bare hands
I swear, it appears as if I have been mixing a curry dish with my bare hands
And my breath gets funky, I know huh?
And my breath becomes unpleasantly odorous, you know?
But if you don't like kissin' a smoker, then just blow one
But if you don't enjoy kissing a smoker, then you can exhale smoke instead
I smoke to the butt, I choke 'til it's done
I smoke a cigarette until the very end, taking long drags and inhaling the smoke until it's finished
Like dope smoker's, toke it right down to their thumb
Similar to marijuana smokers who continue to inhale until only their thumbs remain
And if I could quit, (Shit)
And if I were able to quit smoking
I could save the dollars to get my lungs flushed by a Mexican doctor
I could save the money needed to have my lungs cleaned by a Mexican doctor
(Achh he no speak English!)
(Oh, he doesn't speak English!)
And he's completely incompetent
And he lacks the necessary skills or knowledge
And doing a procedure that's banned on six continents
And performing a procedure that is prohibited in most parts of the world
Bring out your dumb
Bring out your foolishness or stupidity
Bring out your dumb!? I'll bring out a can of whoop-ass on you
Bring out your foolishness? I'll respond with a brutal physical attack
You shouldn't put people down
You shouldn't belittle or insult others
Anyway, it's been a really good session everyone
In any case, it has been a positive therapy session for everyone
You're very clever people
You all possess great intelligence
Hopefully now you've got that out of your system you can address your problems
With that release, hopefully, you can now focus on resolving your personal issues
"Doing your crib... break a sample like a bad habit"
"Invading your home and producing music that samples elements of a song, doing it so frequently that it becomes a bad habit"
(Scratches)
Sound of record scratching
"Bad habit"
"Repeating the phrase 'bad habit' as an identifier or label"
Contributed by London P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@mitchellking433
This song will never get old π€
@Remus0387
What's Your Malfunction is one of their most clever songs, great beat, wonderful lyrics and DJing on point, one of their best tracks.
@96bars18
You can say goodbye to that djing now that reflux is gone ;(
@Bestrockalbum4
96 Bars at least they now have Ad-Fu
@dlaer1
Mad as hell is a banger too
@cjgall141
Pppppppppppppppppppppppppp
@zacdillon4311
This whole year has malfunctioned lmfao...god damn 2020
@SagnolTheGangster
One of the most underrated bands out there... Whe you guys have been, we miss ya
@themidgy3568
2019 still cranking
@thesevendays.
The MiDgY 2019 still jamming in the desert of the US ππΌ