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wykyd - krusty krab pizza lyrics

[verse 1: motiv]
pizza on deck, bikini bottom rep my set
call up papa john’s, nah we don’t f-ck with that
reef blower on my waist, bro i gotta clean the streets
while i’m waiting on my girl, bro you know that b-tch a squirrel
sand up in her cheeks cause i f-ck her on the beach
karate lessons teach ya how to f-ck ’em then release
you know i f-cked the boss’s daughter
though she living underwater
why the f-ck is she a whale while a crab’s her f-cking father?
seaweed flow, ms. puff a f-cking ho
puffing on a blunt while she sucking on my junk
punk–ss nematodes punch squidward in his big -ss nose
serving chocolate off the lifeboat, you know that’s how my life goes

[verse 2: wykyd]
lobster larry carry mary to my crib so we can bury
all our sin, tell plankton put some chum up in my juice and gin
like patrick i’m a f-cking star
i’m always going hard
like larry lifting, sifting through these flows like a f-cking rookie
playing hooky, snooki looking motherf-cker for my nookie
blowing smoke clouds like i’m the f-cking dirty bubble
you know you can’t see me though ya telescope’s hubble
so humble yourself, i’m the alaskan bullworm
d-ck so big it make ya b-tch squirm
they underwater, how the f-ck they get a fire to burn?
you yearning just to flow like me, so low-key i’m under the sea
better learn quick trick, p-ss the blunt, i mean the mic to norm

[verse 3: motiv]
f-ck boating school, i don’t need to drive
working on that grill, yeah we flipping 5
burgers for my boys, pizza on the low
mermaid man, barnacle boy, just to keep that flow
now we going camping, get that boat to launch
all decisions made, by that magic conch
what we finna do b-tch?!
nothing
you on what we on, xanny bars is what we crushing
sitting by that fire
and we smoke it too
ya’ll blazing up exotic, you smoke purp we smokin blue
they call me spongebong reeferpants, you know what it do
here come the flying dutchman and he high as h-ll too

[outro: wykyd]
b-tch i’ll kick ya -ss like i’m flatts the flounder
send ya -ss to rock bottom, them little glove lights i hope you got em
(this…song’s…cool)
yeah i feel ya bruh
i play the clarinet like squilliam fancyson
smitty-werben-jagerman-jensen, b-tch i’m number 1
slinging hash like i’m the f-cking slasher
that krusty krab pizza couldn’t get here faster

- wykyd lyrics

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