The Funkoars are an Australian hip hop act from Adelaide, Australia and for… Read Full Bio ↴The Funkoars are an Australian hip hop act from Adelaide, Australia and formed in 1999.

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.

It’s 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 Oars’ 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 Drapht‘s 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.

C.O.T.Y.
Funkoars Lyrics

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I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool,
In the bicycle lane next to high schools.
Side, swipe cyclists,
Buggin′ but fuckin',
I′m buckled up and, trouble is double,
And I'm fuckin' 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 fucker 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 Cunt Of The Year.

And if you see me looking fucking mad, (I-I hate cunts)
And if you see me looking fucking mad, (The cu-cu-cunt of the year)
I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts,
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months,
And if you see me looking fucking mad,
It′s cause I'm fucking mad.

First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens,
For all I′ve done to make me look like a cunt to live with.
At your party, in your jewelery 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 fuck up his whole game,
Then drag it back to mine,
Like a caveman on the first train.
And when you mackin′ a bitch,
I'm rubbin' out an easy, one in your cupboard,
Get my cock out where it ain′t wanted.
The problem is, I′m an inconsiderate fuck-wit,
With chicks that try to nut quick,
To avoid that cunt lick.
The funny shit is even though I'ma prick,
Then next time we′re at the base, you still buy me a drink.

And if you see me looking fucking mad, (I-I hate cunts)
And if you see me looking fucking mad, (The cu-cu-cunt of the year)
I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts,
Life peaked, and down hill at eight months,
And if you see me looking fucking mad,
It's cause I′m fucking mad.

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,
Fuck-ity-fuck yes,
Swear like a sailor,
And I take shots at death 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, "Fuck you!",
I'm like, "Fuck me!",
So patriotic put the fuckin′ "Cunt" into country.

Put your hands together for the, (Cunt of the year)
(All right now ladies),
What I want you to do is take your shirt off for the, (Cunt of the year)
(Listen),
Keep the drinks comin' for the, (Cunt of the year)

(Look),
And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the, (Cunt of the year)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Funkoars's song "C.O.T.Y." depict the singer as a self-proclaimed "cunt of the year." The song starts with the singer boasting about reckless behavior, such as drunk driving and inciting violence. He revels in causing trouble and being a troublemaker, getting drunk and engaging in destructive behavior. He embraces his reputation as a womanizer and a backstabber, showing no remorse for his actions. The lyrics also touch on themes of entitlement and greed, as the singer takes advantage of others and expects them to pay for his drinks.

Throughout the song, the singer emphasizes his disdain for "cunts" and their negative influence on his life. He presents himself as someone who has reached the pinnacle of being a "cunt," and his anger stems from the frustration of being surrounded by similar individuals. The lyrics express a sense of dissatisfaction and anger, evident in lines like "Life peaked, and downhill at eight months." The singer's aggressive and confrontational attitude mirrors his frustration with the world around him.

Overall, the lyrics of "C.O.T.Y." depict a character who thrives on chaos, revels in his own destructive behavior, and embraces the title of being the "Cunt of the Year." The song serves as an outlet for expressing anger and frustration with the behavior of others and serves as an exaggerated portrayal of a self-proclaimed antagonist.

Line by Line Meaning

I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool
I smoothly transition from drinking at the bar to responsible carpooling

In the bicycle lane next to high schools
I confidently navigate through the bicycle lane, disregarding the rules, near high schools

Side, swipe cyclists
I recklessly collide with cyclists, causing them harm

Buggin' but fuckin', I'm buckled up and, trouble is double
I am both intoxicated and engaging in risky behavior, but I am wearing my seatbelt, although the trouble I am inviting is twice as much

And I'm fuckin' with any and many hennies I got
I am engaging in sexual activities with multiple women

Look, No money to show, but show money
I may not have actual money, but I flaunt my perceived wealth

Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby, Help yourself
I have a collection of alcohol bottles, feel free to help yourself and indulge in drinking

I'm drunk drivin' on the highway to hell
I am intoxicated while driving, willingly on a dangerous path

I like to, incite violence
I find pleasure in provoking and encouraging violence

Try fightin', Die tryin′, Life's slidin′
If you dare to fight against me, you will either succeed or perish, and life will continue to deteriorate

The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo
The flashing lights of ambulances become my camouflage

This liquid ammo, Gotta mother fucker feelin' like Rambo
Alcohol becomes my ammunition, making me feel invincible like Rambo

I'm the Boston Strangler
I possess the same harmful and violent traits as the notorious Boston Strangler

See me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler
You will witness me with your mother in her Jeep Wrangler

The new step daddy's a rapper, Bangin' the back of her
Your new stepfather is a rapper, having sexual relations with your mother

I'm back stabbin' her, Up in the rear
I am betraying her trust and engaging in anal intercourse

I've gotta thank God that I've got it, The Cunt Of The Year
I express gratitude to a higher power for allowing me to obtain the title of The Cunt Of The Year

And if you see me looking fucking mad, (I-I hate cunts)
If you happen to witness me appearing extremely angry, it is because I strongly despise despicable individuals

I hate - I hate - I-I hate Cunts
I cannot emphasize enough how much I detest these dreadful individuals

Life peaked, and down hill at eight months
My life reached its highest point and has been steadily declining for the past eight months

First and foremost, I'd like to thank the outstanding citizens, For all I've done to make me look like a cunt to live with
I would like to express my appreciation to the exceptional members of society who have played a significant role in highlighting my unpleasant qualities as a person to cohabit with

At your party, in your jewelery box, Takin' all the gold
While attending your party, I help myself to the contents of your jewelry box, stealing all the valuable gold items

N' downstairs, drunk as hell, Pissing all up on your toilet bowl
Intoxicated and completely out of control, I urinate all over 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
I am the first person to claim poverty when it is my turn to buy drinks, so I join you at the club and continue consuming for free until you run out of money and I leave without any guilt

Man, that sounds nice, don't it? Full time scum bag
Doesn't that sound appealing? I proudly embrace being a despicable person

Move up on your girl, and use your best shirt as my cum rag
I pursue a romantic relationship with your partner while disrespectfully utilizing your finest shirt as a rag to clean up after ejaculating

I'm quick to snake and make to fuck up his whole game
I swiftly betray and ruin someone's plans and strategy completely

Then drag it back to mine, Like a caveman on the first train
I forcefully bring the disrupted situation back to my own domain, akin to a primitive caveman claiming the first available mode of transportation

And when you mackin' a bitch, I'm rubbin' out an easy, one in your cupboard
While you are seducing a woman, I am secretly and effortlessly seducing another woman in the privacy of your cupboard

Get my cock out where it ain't wanted
I inappropriately expose my penis in situations where it is not welcome or appropriate

The problem is, I'm an inconsiderate fuck-wit, With chicks that try to nut quick, To avoid that cunt lick
The issue lies in the fact that I am an inconsiderate and obnoxious person, engaging in sexual encounters with women who want to climax quickly to avoid the unpleasant experience of performing oral sex

The funny shit is even though I'ma prick, Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink
The ironic part is, despite my unpleasant personality, the next time we meet, you still offer to buy me a drink

Pissin' everywhere but the pisser
I recklessly urinate in various places other than the designated toilet

Sippin' spilt liquor off the floor, With a crazy straw from the day before
I am drinking spilled alcohol from the floor using an unconventional straw I used the day before

I'm the type big into binge drinkin'
I am an advocate for excessive and continuous alcohol consumption

Crip limpin in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now
I proudly and boastfully walk with a limp in the club, showcasing my concealed six-pack of beer

This can't be the flavor of the month, Do the the sooks cry foul like the flavour of the, ha
This cannot be a temporary trend or popular choice, as those who easily become upset complain about it, similar to the way they would criticize a disliked flavor

Fuck-ity-fuck yes, Swear like a sailor
I enthusiastically and profusely swear and curse, mimicking the language of a sailor

And I take shots at death with a credit check chaser
I recklessly pursue risky and dangerous activities while simultaneously creating financial troubles by constantly relying on credit

The girls want to be a princess for the night, But the idea dies like Princess Di
Women desire to feel like princesses for a night, but just like Princess Diana's tragic death, that dream quickly fades away

When Charles, Handy-man with a Handy-Cam, Takin' off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van
Similar to Prince Charles, I portray myself as a helpful and skilled individual with a video camera, persuading a woman to remove her underwear in a van parked at the beach

Damn, black out, then I'm right back, Wakin' up drunk, Dunkin' down breakfast nightcaps
Once I blackout from excessive drinking, I rapidly regain consciousness only to immediately consume more alcohol, treating it as my breakfast

Girl's like, 'Fuck you!', I'm like, 'Fuck me!', So patriotic put the fuckin' 'Cunt' into country
The woman expresses disdain towards me, and instead of being offended, I respond with agreement, sarcastically stating that I contribute to the country's nationalism by embodying the term 'cunt' in an extreme manner

Put your hands together for the, (Cunt of the year)
Let us all applaud and celebrate the person who has been named the 'Cunt of the Year'

What I want you to do is take your shirt off for the, (Cunt of the year)
I request that you remove your shirt as a tribute to the 'Cunt of the Year'

Keep the drinks comin' for the, (Cunt of the year)
Continue serving alcoholic beverages for the sake of the 'Cunt of the Year'

And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the, (Cunt of the year)
Hold onto your breasts as a gesture of support and dedication to the 'Cunt of the Year'

Writer(s): Daniel Mark Yates, Adam Baker, Matthew Honson, Daniel Rankine

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