C.O.T.Y

[Verse 1: Sesta]
I slide off that bar stool, drive in the car pool
In the bicycle lane next to high schools
Side, swipe cyclists
Bugging but fucking, I'm buckled up and, trouble is double
And I'm fucking with any and many hennies I got
Look, no money to show, but show money's
Gotta a lot of bottles on my shelf baby
Help yourself, I'm drunk driving on the highway to hell
I like to, incite violence
Try fighting, Die trying, Life's sliding
The bright light's of the ambo's my cammo
This liquid ammo
Gotta motherfucker feeling like Rambo
I'm the Boston Strangler, see me in your mother's Jeep Wrangler
The new step daddy's a rapper, banging the back of her
I'm back stabbing her up in the rear
I've gotta thank God that I've got it the cunt of the year

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]
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

[Verse 2: Hons]
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 jewellery box, taking 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're macking a bitch, I'm rubbing 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'm a prick
Then next time we're at the base, you still buy me a drink

[Hook: Sesta (scratched by DJ Reflux)]
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

[Verse 3: Trials]
Pissing everywhere but the pisser. Sipping spilt liquor off the floor
With a crazy straw from the day before
I'm the type big into binge drinking
Crip limping in the club, with a smuggy sixxer now
This can't be the flavor of the month
Do the the sook's 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
Taking off a beach bunny panties in a sandy van
Damn, black out, then I'm right back
Waking up drunk
Dunking down breakfast nightcaps
Girl's like, "Fuck you!" I'm like, "Fuck me!"
So patriotic put the fucking "cunt" into country

[Outro: Sesta & Trials]
Put your hands together for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)
All right now ladies, what I want you to do is
Take your shirt off for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)
Listen
Keep the drinks coming for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)
Look
And grab your breasts 'cause this is for the cunts of the year (cunts of the year)