[Intro]
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.
On the, bull till I drop and then I took a sip,
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.
