Lyrics:
more leaves or seeds to chew on
Little Sammy’s going hungry today
So to the river to go fishing you can’t catch a fish by wishing
Will he catch one will
on black, serving hefty flock
Not Starbucks, I hit the country moppin'
I'm serving fish for accountin' mommy's
And I'm pilin' up all the spiteful comments
the source of hate (What?)
Yeah, that shit is me, you chose to create (What? What?)
I'll shred ya, just like a damn, fish fillet (Bitch!)
Got no other option,
and prepare to be horrified.
Do not close your eyes. Catch a fish.
Smash its head and watch the life gasp
out of it. Spit the bones into sand.
Offer your
got no things
You're getting salty, you ain't a fish
You're getting shirty
Your cheeky cuffy getting dragged 'round by your sleeves
You can't be
you back for the rhythm-attack
Coming down on the floor like a maniac
I want you back so clean up the dish
By the way, how much is the fish?
How much
on clock for us to see something to chop
I never talk you form
Say later we go talk
Say make I come your club
Shai nah gasket fam go chop
(2x Hook)
Brother
to do
But that was okay 'cause I did too
She always wants to go down by the dam
And I love how she looks with that rod in her hand
If they ain't
dog shot
I'm a damn vet how you have an AK and get
Killed by a Kel Tec? Duhh, I be going dumb
She 21 with Chinese eyes I call her Soo Yung
Pockets
on good days go to the store
3 nappyheaded cubs me, Rah, and Shakur
Times were simplier
Family was close
Now that you're gone it all seemed to implode
in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a craw fish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight
Ohhhh!!!!
Have we a spot for you!!!
Go ahead and tell' em' where hes headed next!
To:
The lake bottom
At the the lake bottom
Fit in the fish
The lake bottom
red dress on)
Outa dat o-zo-mobile!
(tell me what I say)
Hafta go ta tia-juana now!
(I don't have it)
He should go to brown moses,
Way down in
shit
Big fish in the water
Surrounded by piranhas I got rich off marijuana
I'm on my whale shit
I'm fat like riches
Big Willie, crib cost 10 milli
Here I go again ready to flow again
Better hold my mic don't blow again
Warned by alarms when the mic gets warm
Crowd'll get critical can't keep
in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a craw-fish pie and filé gumbo
'Cause tonight
Nighttime drive-by, singers lullabies
Bigs askin' about songs they can't identify
I'm from the south side with a young die
East of the river with a fish fry
I think of that plinkety plink
I see a fish swimming by in a school
Hey maybe this tub is....
"McElligot's Pool"!
This might be a pool,
Like I've
told I have to teach it anyway
It was thought up by Charles Darwin and it goes something like this
In the beginning we were all fish
Okay?
Swimming
strong enough, and then I'll call your bluff
Like, "yo, how many rhymes you got? " I think I'll go on
For more milleniums than mazda's got on the car lot
a couple more lengths
It might take a bit deeper search
Might have to go until your feet will hurt (uh)
Never felt right growing up in class
If fish don't
right
They go through their whole life
Fighting through the big sea
But nobody understands what a fish could turn out to be
Wet fish wetter fish dead fish
Mask, gloves, soap, scrubs
TikTok, Grubhub
Twinks, jocks, bears, cubs
Zoom is the new club
Six feet, no hugs
Still beat these mugs
Sick beat,
by the store
Well they dont even know
Im a small fish gonna swim
And they just dont know where were gonna begin
Ever since that Ive been a small
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