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Captain’s Log. Day 103. 0400 AST. Hull compromised. Damage to vape lounge: irreparable. George: missing, presumed dead. And we’re down to our last bottle of Ciroc Ultra.
They said I was nuts.
They said there’s nothing down here.
They said even if it was real, I’d never find it.
But they were wrong.
They were all wrong.
Except about me being nuts, that part was right on the money.
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2. |
Hi
02:24
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Hi
I’ve been feeling blessed
I’ve been feeling breasts
When I heard my mixtapes
I was real impressed
High caloric intake
Cuz of all the sex
Do you have a mint, babe?
I got titty breath
Ooh
Scoochie Boochie on the premises
All my rap songs have strong premises
As evidenced by everything I ever did
I put a lotta effort in to make it look this effortless
Scoochie Boochie in your residence
Having excellent sex again for the heck of it
And if you need the frame of reference:
Meet the smiling face your lady pressed her breast against
Set a sex record and a precedent
The former for performance and
The latter friends with benefits
And the plan includes dental:
Head, that is
I said "Thanks!" and
She told me don’t mention it
Then she did
Something so generous
Made me make a mess again
Dirty like sediment
Booty like Everest:
Treacherous
Many men have tried and failed to scale it
But I bested it
Yes I did
She looks like Eve in Genesis: perfect
Flawless and topless enticed by my serpent
And by that I mean my curved dick
Looking like a scimitar
Is it hard?
Sure is
I’m awfully witty
Make babes say
Good gosh he’s pretty
If I’m late to the stage
With the bawdy ditties
Probably got waylaid by
All these titties
Here’s the Scoochie Boochie policy:
If it’s a ballsy move
Do it balls-ily
Gotta duck n' move
They’re chucking bras at me
Did I fuck your boo?
Possibly
Honestly I tend to lose track
In a non-stop montage of boob fat
Smoke grass poke hot nude ass
Botany and sodomy my top two stats
I came to put a smile on your face and a lake in your gosh dang loins
So if you’re feeling one or both feel free to make some gosh dang noise
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Captain’s Log. Day 1. 0900 hours Aquatic Standard time.
Fair seas as we left port today. And after a brief delay to repair the damage from the 400 bottles of Ciroc that I smashed over the bow, we were off.
And to think, just a few months ago I was just having a regular day on my volcano: vigorously copulating with an Italian sorbet heiress I met by running down the beach with a road flare held aloft.
As I recall, it was sometime between our eleventh and twelfth consecutive bout of torrential lovemaking, she whispered to me an old family legend: a tale of an ancient island city, where the kush grew taller than the treetops, where every whip was foreign, and every man, woman, and child had an iced out Roley. But one day, their women became too thicc, and the island sank into the sea. But some say they still live down there at the bottom.
When I heard this I helicoptered straight to Ferrari headquarters, and there we sketched out the blueprints for what would become the world’s finest custom luxury submersible, while Camila and I had our 12th episode of great sex on the desk.
And today, as I look upon this magnificent vessel, my heart isn’t the only thing that swells with pride.
This is Captain Scoochie Boochie of the S.S. Manatee, and I will find the Lost City of Atlantits.
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4. |
I Bought a Submarine
03:21
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I bought a submarine
I’m living undersea comfortably
I filled this bitch up with luxuries
The only thing lacking is subtlety
Welcome to the good ship Manatee
The epitome of opulence and vanity
I commissioned me an image of my visage on the stern
And it turned out handsomely
The ship’s shaped like a microphone
My mixtape’s shipshape
And amidships find me writing in the studio
Cuz my flow is the ship’s fuel intake
Pull out the harbor
Hard to starboard
Hard to starve
When I got all of this food in my larder
I got a fancy pantry
I got the tartar sauce
If I want can eat candy
I got the starburst
Fresh baked bread made daily
Cop an artisan loaf
Find me getting baked in the bakery
Whole wheat weed, please pardon the smoke
In the parlor with the marvellous dro
From the weed greenhouse
Where the harvest is dope
And the smoke leaks out
From the lounge to the steam house
Marijuana sauna that is part of my home
You guys like air hockey?
Bet your dad’s ass that we got a table
NBA League Pass free cable
HBO and a pony in a stable
That’s a sea horse
And I’m well aware I got nowhere to ride it
But I like it so I keep George
That’s his name
Masticating on potatoes
While I’m brushing his mane
That’s a favorite second place would
Be my custom bidet
Calibrated to my anus
For a comfortable spray
Butt the water is replaced with
My favorite drank
I’ve got a couple complaints
From guests that don’t expect Ciroc to the taint
Well expect that
If you can’t hang get the F back
I don’t mean fullback
Rather tight end
Don’t get mad when splashed
The enema of my enemy is my friend
The amenities don’t end
Hot towel?
Definitely, yes
Ahhh, bitch I’m refreshed
You can take a leisurely stroll to the mezzanine bistro
Thank Garcon for the sweet roll
Best wheat toast on the East Coast
And that’s separate from the bakery I keep both
If you need dough
Go the vault
Where we keep gold
(muffled)
Sorry. I shouldn’t rap with my cheeks full
But Garcon came through with the cheese scone
Here’s the captain’s cabin
Where the magic happens
A lotta sex
On classy fabric
On a water bed
But it’s lava fed
and that’s a magma mattress
And after that it’s just a couple steps
From the phallus palace of love and sex
To the ballast hub of bubble chests
Cuz the sub is balanced by supple breasts
Booby buoy
Scoochie boochie
(various and sundry scooches and booches)
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5. |
I'm the Man
02:37
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I’m the LeBron of Libido
The spitting image of invincible machismo
The only thing bigger than my wiener is my ego
Gosh damn so handsome
Gaston meets Barry Bonds meets Samson
Very strong man getting damsels to dampen
They’re fine with a wait in a line for a chance to
Sit on me and tell me what they want like Santa.
I got a real long naughty list
Long dong I bestow upon the populace
Often causing sogginess in flawless chicks
Got the kind of confidence I’m not sure if the condom fits
You just won the beefcake sweepstakes
Hefty cuz I eat steak each day
Catch me wearing boots on beach day
I’m the type of dude that understands rebates
Like the ten-point stag that I headshotted:
Humongous and very horny
I bought land and had sex on it:
Comes with the territory
Can a young stud stunt?
I can’t walk, I just strut
Smile on my face
Cuz I just touched butt
And I lay the wood like a bunt
But my bunts tend to end up home runs
Cuz I got guns
My arms or firearms
Either one
I’ma bust a cap then a move then a nut
I’m a fuckin dad when I move there’s a grunt
(dad grunt)
That’s the sound that I make when I’m taking a dump
With the strength of a thousand suns
I got a thousand sons
That know how to hunt
Only time I cry’s when I’m proud of em (that’s my boy)
I can fix a truck while black out drunk
Me and my spark plug are fucked up
Feel a little Weiser every time I crack a Bud
Favorite appetizer is a slider on a bun
I like to imagine
A slider is a normal burger
And my hands are massive
Can’t recall the last time I was flaccid
I get genuinely mad when I play Madden
And if we go to some tourist attraction
I’m doing most of the pointing
See that kids? Some of our presidents on the mountain.
“Yeah, dad it looks just like the pictures.”
I don’t love the attitude, Tucker, I’ll be honest.
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6. |
Capt’s Log: Sea Weed
01:05
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Captain’s Log, 1620 Volcanic Time.
We’re stuck for the moment, as my shortcut through the kelp forest proved wack. Turns out the spinners on the submarine’s 24-foot gold rims are a little prone to cloggage. Fortunately, my steadfast steed George the Pony has a voracious appetite for sea weed. So, while he chomps us free, I’m enjoying a little sea weed of my own, fresh from the submarine’s greenhouse. Tonight’s special: a little hydrophilic royal Egyptian macro-purp courtesy of my guy Doug.
(smokes)
(Beep, whoosh)
Whoops. I think I just launched a torpedo. (chuckles) I am way too high to be operating a multi-billion dollar submersible.
Oh? And now we set off the smoke alarm. Don’t worry though. On my ship, the smoke alarm just dims the lights, drops a beat, and turns on the lava lamps. And yes, that’s real lava.
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7. |
The High Seas
02:58
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Y’all listen up
I got the fattest kush in all christendom
Homegrown in the sub
I hit the blunt once made my nipples numb
Good good. Great.
I just took a eighth to the face
I just took an ounce to the trousers
Bowser: blowing out flames
Pound cake: baked
I just turned a pound into haze
I just put the loud in the clouds like a plane
Feeling like a trail: blazed
I blow steam like my mouth’s a flume
Grow green like an algal bloom
Those leaves make a crown for Scooch
Like a wreathed legionnaire with a thousand troops
Looks like a salad on my head
Hail Caesar
Raspberry vinaigrette
Great berrier reefer
I puff vapors into fog
Via papers or a bong
Either way the same result
I get faded and or zonked
Pause
Blunt looks a caber that you toss
Every layer that I don
Is a blazer by default
I might smoke a little bullshit
High level druid doing something with a poultice
This strain can behave like a glow stick
But it only blooms on moon solstice
Got that purple like an onion
Make your eyes go red like an onion
Wait, this one’s just an onion
Fuck it, I will still puff it
Is that a torpedo?
Nope. It’s the next pre-roll
I took a little hit and both my nipples broke
This the shit that Ms. Frizzle smokes
Got it by the ounce like fresh juice
Got it by the pound like a rescue
Got a lotta loud like a jet flew over-
Grown like a wildlife refuge
Got a lotta trees like an Entmoot
Got it from a plug of repute
Gotta love Doug, he’s the best, dude
Why don’t you take a look at our menu
It’s like a wine list
Peruse it and choose it
The booch will provide it
I get the finest of spices from Cyprus
I roll a spliff in papyrus
High-roglyphic, get it?
Dank from the banks of the Nile like an ibis
Or maybe Euphrates or Tigris
My pipe is Poseidon’s trident
That’s why I’m known as your highness
Smoke off the dome like my volcanic island
Droop of my eyelids the size of my iris
Imply the extent of my highness
High on the seas like a pirate
I’m interbreeding my weed with a ficus
The leaf on the tree’s a relief of my likeness
Dang. Shout out to science
Dank is my crutch like the blanket to Linus
I’m rank as fuck it’s a punch in the sinus
Can’t hear the crowd or the sound of a siren
My loud is so loud that it gave me tinnitus
I got the gas like a Pilot, the light like a pilot, I’m high like a pilot
I’m scanning for nipple sensation...
Radio silence
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8. |
Capt’s Log: Thiccidity
00:55
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Captain’s Log. Dawn. Central Time.
We awoke to alarms blaring. It’s the thiccometer. It picked up a thicc signal about two clicks out. These thiccidity readings are off the charts. Never in all the annals of seamenship has thiccissitude of this magnitude been recorded. Could this be the lost city of Atlantits? Wait. Do you hear that?
(sirens singing: “let’s get it on”)
My gosh. The siren song of deepwater groupies. I know I should block my ears. But it’s no use. I’m just too irresistible.
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9. |
I’m Going to Have Sex
02:17
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I’m on my way to get laid
She told me come over
Ok
Go go gadget boner
And I’m going overboard
And I’m speeding away
I told my pony homie George
Show the meaning of haste
Hyah!
Bitch I gallop over land and sea and she
Sent a summons to demand that peen
Posthaste
Oh great!
I said damn, that’s neat
Threw a poon alley-oop
I’ma slam that thing
I’m en route to a lewd rendezvous
With a cute hottie who
Wanna do naughty moves
Nude with the booch
Gotta scoot
She said entrez vous
Yonder boobs
I’m in thot pursuit
Hear the clop of the hooves
Like I’m riding into battle
But I’m tryna have vagina
Ride my stubble like a saddle
Forth Eorlingas
She just tryna straddle
Looking for cunnilingus
She just tryna have the
one ring on her finger
But I skeet skeet skeedaddle
I don’t linger
Speeding and shit
Cuz the beacon is lit
Gondor calls for aid
Rohan’s on the way
But it’s me with the dick
And some trees in a zip
Got that Longbottom O.G.
Leaf in a spliff
I got distracted by the Lord of the Rings
Cuz I’ve been at the Gaffer’s old lean
Swerving through the Atlantic
Thirty minute transit
Girl we can get flirty and then dirty
And then tantric
And when
I hit it have her callin out in Sanskrit
And she don’t even know the language
Getting intimate is imminent
She solicited my rigid dick
She subpoenaed my penis to visit tit
And I’m ready with it like the minute men
One if by land
Two if bisexual
She would like a man and an extra girl
Double dash with another lass?
I’m amenable
Just send me the schedule
I know that you’re flexible
Put a breast in my text
And some pep in my step
When she sent the address
Put that chest
In the vicinity of my chin
Let the festivititties begin
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10. |
I Have Sex
02:51
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I’m a legendary lovemaker
Deft touch with the butt
Like the brush to a Dutch painter
I got dumb dangler
And I’m bout to put a Pollack on your dumptaker
Foreplay is my forte
When I make love
It’s gourmet
I may nut
on your face
But it ain’t nuttin
but sorbet
Poor taste?
Sure thing
But a great line
I’m the word bank
Plus world bank
Plus sperm bank
Plus a great time
Welcome to the captain’s quarters
Back that ass up
Captain’s orders
My mattress magma
That’s a scorcher
Some snacks for stamina
Have some hors d'oeuvres
Cleanse a pallet with me
My dick’s jurisdiction
Is your municipalititties
Qualititty over quantititty
Though I get both
A lotta women getting soggy with me
It’s humidititty
That is fogging up the windows
Sex with me
Is like curly fries
Go extra deep
In them curvy thighs
Got the recipe
For your ecstasy
Cuz my sexpertise
Is certified
I got a dirty mind
And a clean dick
Thirty five
Inch penis
She’s sure I’m lying
Til she seen it
And your girl was like
I need this
But it’s an inconvenience
No jeans fit
The seams split
My peen is
As long as
A week with
No weekend
Gee whiz
Jiminy clitoris
She is
Visibly interested
I put the “pro” in promiscuous
I put the “pro” in profane
I’m with your girl doing flips n shit
Cuz I get cirque du so laid
She was not born in the states
She put the “ass” in ambassador
I put the “cock” in caucasian
I’m in that thing like a catheter
You ain’t seen dong of this caliber
Long as Excalibur
Mate for so long that my phallus hurt
And they moving on in the calendar
Started in May
Next thing I know it’s October
Well, you know what they say
Time flies when you’ve got a boner
And I got a boner
And she’s very good with the python
Must be a coder
Throw her on the lava bed feel the repercussions
Poonani tsunami
She is buxom
And it seems to me that she is Russian
Why?
Cuz she seized the means of reproduction
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I had sex
Now I’m sleepy
I beat it up, now I’m beat
Shout out my PP
She called me dreamy
I said that’s what I’m about to be
Get off my weenie
My pillow’s a butt
What?
Just peachy
Pleased as punch that we just fucked
Slumber on my mind
And a lover on my butt, and in front
Everybody hustled, had a good time, got a nut
I’m a motherfuckin snugglemuffin
Fresh up out of the oven
As I drift off to sleep, I dream of the Lost City of Atlantits, where the streets are paved with gold records, and every night is ladies’ nite.
I can feel her breathe as I lean on her torso
Bout to catch Z’s like trees near Zorro
(slash slash slash)
I don’t have a sword though
But I got the pork like the lead in a porno
Only moreso
I don’t even need it any more so
My weiner recedes as I sleep I’ll snore old
songs I released but I’ll sing in morse code
I like to picture it broken into regions like Bionicles. There’s the green part where they grow the weed, the ice region where the jewelry comes from. And the pizza plains, where the crust is a big point of emphasis.
I put the penis in sleepiness
She put that tookus on me
All of my semen are geniuses
But I’m just shooting the breeze
Big time sigh of relief
as I slide in the sheets
And I smell like nuts
But it’s fine by me
That’s a well-earned musk
I fucked, I reek
It’s time I dream
You know those little battery powered cars for kids? In Atlantits, those are Ferraris. Matte black. Top speed 170. Little kid valets.
These are sirens I’m a seaman and they eat those
I know I’ll die but my eyes wanna be closed
But right before I slide into a deep doze
Garcon stops by with the cheese scone
(chewing)
Oh my gosh. Mm. So flaky. Really good.
Aw rats
that backfired
Now I’m full too
Twice as tired
From my tum to my plums I am plum tuckered out
Cuz I fucked and I’m stuffed so I’m done and I’m out
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Captain’s Log. 1100 hours, Danish Standard Time. The lovemaking lasted from late spring to mid-fall, followed by a lovely post-fuck brunch with these abyssal succubi. Normally they devour their seductees, but they decided it would be a shame to deprive the world of my sexual gifts. They didn’t know where to find Atlantits, but they had heard of a strange glow emanating from the Dr. Anthony Purplepoop Memorial Crevice. And I must say, this mighty hole honors the good doctor’s memory splendidly. I’d climb up for a better view, but it’s a little difficult to move in this solid gold Versace sea suit. Visibility: low to moderate. Primary obstacle being the clouds from my harmonica-style mounted vape. (takes a rip, coughs) Wait, what is that? George, come in. (staticky whinny). No. It’s not Atlantits. It’s just an old shipwreck laden with precious treasure. Yet another in a string of luxurious disappointments. Well, there’s no sense looking a gift horse in the mouth. George, bring her around and drop the big magnet. And while you’re at it, drop that beat.
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13. |
I Have Jewelry
03:18
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Grandfather clock on my wrist
I just found a buttload of booty
Loot from my tooth to my two feet
Gold from my nose to my tushy
I look like Midas spooned me
Look at the size of this jewelry
Lavished in rubies and lapis lazuli
Platinum drooping so loosely it bruise me
That’s why my back is kablooey
Ice is so giant that I get arthritis from trying to lift it
I need assistance
You can spot me from a distance
Glistening
I’m putting spots in your vision
I got the flash of a streaker
Indecent exposure
I got the flash of a photo
In decent exposure
Glow like I strolled through Chernobyl
Recent exposure
Ladies, please
Keep your composure
Diamonds so shiny they blind me
Look like a beacon
Easy to spy me
Cooking and eating
Jewels that I’m finding
Rubies are leaking
Out of my hiney
I know my diet is why I am dying
Nothing can stymie me
I just keep styling
Meanwhile my stomach is
Trying to fight me
I’m a jester
Dressed kingly
Got a sceptre
Checkers
King me
Whoo!
Treasure chest
Blingy
Pinky ring could sink a
Dinghy
Weighty
Gaudy
Move like I’m eighty
With aches in my body
Pain like they shot me
Iceberg burdening my neck
Colder than a break-up done by text
Hotter than a plate made by my chef
Cuz he makes a grade A Faberge egg
Garcon in this bitch
And he poached it
Sorta like the ivory I’ve reclaimed
From this old ship
I feel nightly pain
Think I may have scoliosis
Probably cuz my chain hang
Longer than a rope bridge
Oh you think you’re so rich?
Call me when your collar
Gives you osteoporosis
Diamonds looking Hope-ish
Clearer than the coast is
Everybody staring like I broke wind
Opulent Italian stuff around me
Like the Pope’s dick
Flossin on the brink of exhaustion
I can’t sleep a wink
Cuz the clink of my bling is a constant
I toss and I turn but it hurts
Cuz my shirt is embossed with
A hawk made of onyx
(hawk sound)
Links up in my chain like a sausage
Stud upon my tongue like a lozenge
Plug up in my butt just to stop shit
It’s not even a sex thing
I’m just flexing
Pearl in my butt
That’s a shellfish medley
Health is wealth but
My health is ending
Constipated king
Girl I’m going out
like Elvis Presley
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Captain’s Log. 0200. Miller Time. It’s a grim scene down here at the bottom. The seafloor, gouged by fishing nets, plastics both micro and macro, countless broken bottles of Ciroc Ultra: the Premier Vodka with a bold finish.
And then, I found it. The Lost City of Atlantits…covered in poop and garbage. They must have survived down here for a while, but eventually succumbed to the pollution. It appears in our pursuit of paradise, we destroyed the one we already had.
(heavy pause)
George has been super bitchy all day. I beat him like six times in a row at air hockey and he like stormed out. And then during spa hour, he walks in without even taking off his horseshoes, and I was like “um, is that how we do this now?” and he “pflthbth”ed at me. This isn’t like us, we never fight. Y’know it’s just, he’s stressed. And I get that. You know he’s a pony 6 clicks beneath the sea. He doesn’t belong down here. He belongs, you know, running free, with the sun on his mane and the wind in his...mane. (whinnying) George! I didn’t see you there. (whinnying). I know. Look, man, I’ve been wack. I shouldn’t have made you come down here, we don’t belong down here at all. We should be up there under the blue sky with good people and bad bitches. What do you say, boy, should we head for greener pastures?
(whinnying) Yeah? Let’s go home (whinnying)
(ominous rumble)
What was that? George, check the--
(crash, bubbles)
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15. |
The Bottom
03:29
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Ok this one’s preachy but if you make it to the end there’s a nice little verse about butts
Rock bottom
Hot water
Only getting hotter
We don’t treat it like a problem
But it is
Try to live in ignorant bliss
While we piss away the planet
That we’ll give to our kids
Chose greed over love
So the heat’s going up
Think the sea gives a fuck
Bout your first quarter growth?
Nope. It does not
But we frack fuel up then burn it off to get
Cash in our purse and a perfect lawn
While the methane drains out the permafrost
Looked up one day and the earth was hot
Now it hurts to talk
About the birds we lost
Turning trees to logs
And turning logs to boxes
With pizza for people
To eat with sauce
And get peeved cuz the Eagles lost
Each year hotter than the previous
Seasons twisted like plastic on beaches
Preaching bliss everlasting with Jesus
Meanwhile we’re ravaging Eden
Our greed is egregious
The heat is increasing
Yet millions of people
Believe that it’s fake
Because they’ve been deceived
By some billionaires making
A killing off killing the earth
And then leaving
Oh what a feeling
Being a species
That’s shooting itself in the feet
And denying it’s bleeding
We breed the cows, their farts heat the clouds
We’re basically dying from eating
We live in a flatulent time
Disaster is looming
I’m rapping
It feels pretty stupid
To talk about tragic in rhyme
But what can you do?
I mean I use reusable bags
But every product I purchase is packaged in plastic
Our habits have ravaged the planet we’ve
Earned the inferno we’re sure to inhabit
Climate deniers are bat shit
But it’s just as bad if you knew what was happening
And didn’t do jack shit
I’m just another distraction
While the seas are rising
And the bees are dying
Yet I keep on rhyming
About weed and hinies
While we keep our silence
We bleach the reefs
The ecology dies in
The economies’ teeth
I’m the chief among hedonists
But now I see the feebleness
Of a life spent seeking
Weed and tits
It’s empty
Like this deep abyss
So put your hands in the air like CO2
Make some gosh damn noise if you’re scared to lose
The only place in space that has air and food
Gotta change our ways and I’m prepared to do it
How I speak, how I vote
How I eat, how I roll
Solar heat, not from coal
Shit is bleak, but there’s hope
And I know I’m just a drop in a sea of greed
But if we don’t go green then we’ll go extinct
She got that gluteus maximus
And the booty is fLabulous
And it truly is massive
So when she’s moving it’s hazardous
She got room for a passenger
Hear that (truck backup sound) when she back it up
Had the food of five thousand
And now the booty miraculous
And it’s super distracting cuz
I’m just trying to keep rapping but
My peripheral vision picks up
Voluminous ass and butts
That’s enough
Let’s wrap this classic up
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16. |
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...They were all wrong. Except about me being nuts, that part was right on the money. Dang that would have made a sick intro. Now I don’t suppose anyone will ever hear this. The torpedo that I fired when I was high circumnavigated the earth and punched a hole in the hull the size of the Dr. Anthony Purplepoop Memorial Crevice. I’m sealed off in the marijuana sauna. In retrospect, setting the smoke detectors to dim the lights was a poor choice. From what I can make out by blunt-light, my stocks of starburst and tartar sauce are nearly depleted. The good news is there’s a little bit of ciroc left, the bad news: it’s in my custom bidet. My only hope now is to don my solid gold versace sea suit, and issue a sexy distress signal into the front of the ship. If anyone’s listening, this is Captain Scoochie Boochie of the SS Manatee, and I found the Lost City of Atlantits.
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S.O.S.
01:47
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I’m alone
And I have been
Just battle rapping my sadness
It’s a worthy opponent
I know that
My goal has
Been bogus and batshit
I got the booty both treasure and butts
It’s never enough
The promise of pleasure is lesser than love
Fresher than fuck
And my threads are deluxe
But for what?
I got all these things but it stinks
When your dreams come to be
But you find that they weren’t worth the time
Because all the songs that you heard
And the words that you rhymed
Bout the girls and the good life lied
So why rap?
I’m gonna die and you’re gonna die
But in the meantime
Can I make you laugh?
I think that that’s worth a try
(whinnying)
George?!?
(whinnying)
What do you mean the verse I just did melted the seafloor and now there’s gonna be a volcanic eruption HOLY CRAP. SHIT! George! Quick, get on my back! I can ride the lava to the surface. We made it! Scoochie Booch! Fuck the sea! This album is not affiliated with Ciroc or anything I just made it. Please don’t sue me. Scoochie Booch
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18. |
Bye
02:52
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And if you still weren’t sure I’m the shit
Let me be the first to admit
I could punt your girl off a bridge
And she’d return for a pic
And she lurched for a kiss
But I hurdled your chick (miss!)
Like I was returning a kick
I think I’d prefer not to get
All the vermin that live
In the fur on her lip
Lately I’ve been murdering it
Even as a sperm I was lit
My first words were a bit
And it hit
It occurred post-birth
Had the nurses in fits
So I slipped, hit the dirt
With a perfect split
Bounced up with some verses to spit
Bout the girls that I’ll get
And the girth of my dick
Clearly I’d rehearsed it a bit
In my stint in the womb
I was working to get
Each person that heard what I did
To be pursing their lips
Like a whiff of a turd in the wind
Make em make the stank face
Make em wanna make sweet love
I don’t even chase fame
I just came to shake these butts
And I do it
Got your head bobbing like some fluid got into it
Shaking pool water out your noggin is a nuisance
Shaking your bottom while I’m talking that’s prudent
Weapons free
Let that booty swing
I don’t wanna hear you clap
Unless you do it with your cheeks
That’s why it’s called a “round” of applause
And that’s music to my peen
I got the body type of a geek
But I bellow like a bison in heat
Make vaginas cry when I speak
Your daily dose of vitamin sheesh
Pretty witty with the pen
Take a titty to the chin
Pretty women wanna spend the night
Chilling on my dick
It’s a given in a given city I get given kitty on a whim
And when I’m lonely, I get tit pictures remotely
I kissed your bitch on the lips at a Shoney’s
And it was not great
When I do what I do
They’re like “How’d he do that?”
And when they see their father
They’re like “howdy-do, dad!”
Who is my honey? that’s none of your beeswax
My dick is addictive and she had a relapse
I undress then tap that like she shat some tree sap
Man buttsex with that ass’s like being attacked by a beanbag
You’re upset and mad at me relax don’t be sad
Here’s hundreds for tissues that’s nothing to sneeze at
You suggest I rap bad I queef at your feedback
I’ll nutmeg then sacktap then teabag your weak ass
And on the ride home when you break the silence
Like “Yo, what the fuck was that white kid?”
Don’t be surprised if
Your wife goes
I don’t know
But I liked it
Scoochie Boochie
Bye
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Scoochie Boochie Chicago, Illinois
Born in a volcano. Best rapper in the United States. Will die in a volcano.
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