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.
What's Your Malfunction
Funkoars Lyrics
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Welcome back to who gives a flying fuck, community radio,
The only place that plays the songs that you don't give a flying fuck about.
Be the first caller in the next 15 minutes to receive absolutely fucking nothing...
[Verse 1 - Sesta]
Feelin' alright, had a top day,
Vibin' all night, on the Bombay.
But who know's what the fuck's in this.
Now I'm feeling a little left of the center,
Thinking I've hadn't had a dance, looking like I walked into web,
Pants falling again, who would have thought? Pull them up, nobody seen and you got away clean.
They don't need to know that your dick range in fallacy,
When it's flaccid, Double-A battery.
Nah I'm kidding, I'm swing-a-ding-a-lingin' on your missus kickin' in front of you brov while she's playing with it.
Is that your BF? (No) Well, where's your GF? (Shit) What the beef, bitch?
Took a swig of the last bit of whatever's left and I dipped the fuck, and I'm an unconscious... mess.
[Chorus]
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
[Verse 2 - Trials]
Vibin' all day, still kicking, too cool for the school,
But old enough to buy the students the booze.
So I'm the cool guy, with the young kids, dim the pool lights. Did some dumb shit now!
The fake ID didn't work in the shops,
It'll work for the T when she speaks to the cops.
I got big feet. (What) You know what this means? (What) It means penis short but fatter than fritz meat.
I get a, get a bit of liquor, pick a chicken head, already chicken fed, now I've got an itchy trigger finger.
Mmm, lady, let me test you tonight, I'm not looking for my future wife to get to be next to,
I'm looking for the five-minute special. R. Kelly on the belly, then I'll film it on the celly
What's your malfunction? Mother fucker don't start me,
Party 'til I'm started walking like I'm Heather McCartney (Ha)
Ooh, ain't got a leg to stand on baby,
Let's dance! (Da-dada-dada)
[Chorus]
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
[Verse 3 - Hons]
Blindin' all day, grindin' all night,
Love to re-buy, but my cash tight.
Look, I'm a sucker for a card game,
And with that marked ace, you and your paycheck can part ways,
I'm a Funkoar. No respect for cash so I bet my stack on the first draw,
Trying to push one past you. Man, I'm tilting like a drunk on a three-legged bar stool.
My malfunction, my bank ain't big enough. In Crown Car Park, I'm like "stick 'em up!"
If I ain't stuck with tour dates, I'm on the four-eight table talkin' 'till my jaw ache.
Now my jacks look good until the king on the last
Some bad beats like a Swedish massage. Or the Texas, yeah, even nil or all draw,
Your money's welcome at mine, just leave your luck at the door, and tell me,
[Intermission]
What's your malfunction? (Yeah)
What's your malfunction? (Honz)
What's your malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
[Chorus]
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
What's the malfunction?
What's your malfunction?
Gotta eat, gotta work, gotta shit,
Whatever gets you through the night.
The song "What's Your Malfunction" by Funkoars is a satirical take on the struggles of daily life and the various coping mechanisms people adopt to deal with them. The song lyrically explores the idea that people do whatever gets them through the night, be it work, eating or even taking a dump. It portrays the sense of apathy towards life which is rampant in modern-day society. The verses of the song are followed by a chorus where the phrase "What's Your Malfunction?" is repeated, highlighting the underlying disquiet in the lyrics. The song is presented in a satirical and humorous manner, but it leaves the audience with a sense of profound sadness.
In the first verse, Sesta talks about feeling "left of the center" and having a strange night out. He mentions that he is non-conformist and has an attitude of taking risks. He also alludes to the idea that he is a womanizer and even implies that he's not worried about the size of his penis, as he thinks he can satisfy women in other ways. Trials, in the second verse, talks about his desire to live life carefree and how he has no respect for rules or authority. He jokes about having a penis which is short but thick and also about his desire to have a brief sexual encounter without any commitment. Hons, in the final verse, talks about his gambling problem and how he is broke. He mentions that his life revolves around card games and that he's always on the lookout to earn some quick money.
Contributed by Liliana N. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@mitchellking433
This song will never get old 🎤
@zacdillon4311
This whole year has malfunctioned lmfao...god damn 2020
@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
@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 🙌🏼