Bodycount Funkoars (Ft. Hilltop Hoods)

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]
"Let’s—Let’s—Let’s go" "Y'all ready or what?"
"Hill—Hill—Hilltop Hoods"
"Funk—Funk—Funkoars"
"I'll take a body count, I know my body count is right"
"Yeah" "Let’s—Let’s—Let’s [?]"
"My body count is right"
"[?]"
"Got five MC that wanna contest we"

[Verse 1: Hons]
Ask the bookies, 'Oars picked the dollar one favourite
To top all your playlists, still R rated as hell
Not for the kiddies I tell
You know all about the city I dwell
It’s a dirty South Adelaide, home where the heart is
Gave all to music so I roam with the martyrs
Lived next to Buffa, he showed me Bodycount
15 years later and it’s more than just a hobby now
More than just a muck about run-of-the-mill
Stamp our name on the scene like done on the pill, shit!
The [?] of rap so kudos to that
Lost my mind and it ain’t come back
Swear to God that I ain’t got a cell left
Sex sells and we can always start with my bellend
Well friends, I guess we back at it
We supply the demand, here's the dope for you rap addicts