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the lonely island - snut & gub lyrics

[verse 1]
right, you need, time to employ heuristics
who’s this? that could be blue or leucistic (woo)
assh0l+, b+tch, or sitcom, yeah, you guessed it
not a big, not a vegetable, i’m a true misfit
hi, my name’s gub, i’m an axolotl
and i came to party, so pass the bottle
it’s not alcoholic, nah, that’s just hot sauce
i pr+nounce “toast” as “toasty”
sh+t’s gettin’ fiery, dear diary
when i die, remember, i did it my way
never dry, never anything but lively
livin’ life as if every night was a friday

[pre+chorus]
so allow me to posit a rhetorical question for your consideration

[chorus]
(who likes to party?) villainous
we ’bout to gеt wet, best pack your goggles
(who likеs to party?) villainous
leave your gaff lookin’ like you had your flat remodelled
villainous party hard, it can get naughty (yeah)
clap your hands and rock your body
or i’ll smack your party
[verse 2]
spottin’ villainous is addictive, a little bit
lookin’ like i crossed pickle rick with a stickle brick
got a lot of kids, don’t know which is legitimate
strict with the discipline, kick it in, you little sh+t
if i had hips, then i’d wiggle ’em quick
puttin’ the twitch through your bits like a silicon chip
hittin’ the strip club, givin’ ’em the minimum tip
and then i drink like a fish ’til i’m visibly p+ssed, huh

[pre+chorus]
so allow me to posit a rhetorical question for your consideration

[chorus]
(who likes to party?) villainous
my rap sheet reads like an actual novel
(who likes to party?) villainous
don’t do blow though, i lack the nostrils
villainous party hard, it can get naughty (yeah)
clap your hands and rock your body
or i’ll smack your party

[verse 3]
bl++dy cute, but a ruthless predator
do fish neat, don’t use chips, vinegar
or anything to spoil the taste
enjoy all the scales and oil, their tails, i bite ’em while they fight, (snut)
a missile inbound is f+ckin’ delicious
i tuck in and finish, under a minute, chuck us another again
i’m bettin’ you couldn’t do that
man, i bet your impressed
nevertheless, it’s you that is keepin’ us as a pet
[bridge]
which colour pet’ll you get? it’s a fluorescent roulette
because there’s several sets of different visual effects
it’s like a discotheque has just risen from the depths
and your ship’s all wet, so best hit the deck
aboard the dancefloor
strut, what you reckon the plank’s for?
move that junk back and forth, up and down like a band saw
and keep it clappin’ ’til your hands raw
when i splash, i’ma smash deeper than the fnaf lore
cineaste, not gettin’ critiqued by peter bradshaw
it’s in the ass, pg euphemism would be “back door”
advertiser friendly? or am i already blackballed?
please don’t demonetise, i’m an ad wh0re

[pre+chorus]
accept readily the divisive reductive labels that society forces on you with such relish that society comes to regret it

[chorus]
(who likes to party?) villainous
more inappropriate than wheelchair ramps with cobbles
(who likes to party?) villainous
so give us a clap like a backstreet brothel
(who likes to party?) villainous
plough an old sh+t like a pterodactyl fossil
(who likes to party?) villainous
look out for the blue ones, dog attacks and waffles
axolotls party hard, it can get naughty
clap your hands and rock your body

- the lonely island lyrics

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