[Spongebob Intro]
We just say barnacles!
It's a word that's okay to scream!
When you want to let off some steam!
And say what you really mean!
We just yell barnacles!
And go on our merry way!
Barnacles is the way we say what they say what we can't say!
[Verse 1: Jetto Saggio]
Running through this black gold, rap soul backbone
Natural, mad flows, crack jokes, laugh slow
Half tone swag so bad hoes act known
As a matter of fact, what's your name?
Forgot to ask
Blow hash smoke gas
No pass, choke, cackle
Ha-Ho-Ha-Ho, laugh mo, asshole
Last bowl, dab coals, wax dro
Pose in shagged robes, grab hoes with lassos
Then I snack holes
Rap stoned, check the stats, plough the stat quos
I'm that pro that stacks notes, at a glad growth, Ya
Nigga this ya admiral, in Aspinwall
Playing basketball, crossing niggas
Had em fall, and act it off like..
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Nigga call the haspital
You bitches soft, whack as all
The tribe is like ya Adderall
To cap it off in capitals
You anatamical, (-tomical)
Comical, rap packs of particles is barnacles, dawg
I’m farting on you dudes
A deadly silence, a deadly science
Adeptly psychic, writing up righteous rhyming likeness
Excite the night with tighter tightness
In light of this brightness, (uhhh)
Take you inside of the mind of one of a kind
As I kindly decline that request nigga
[Verse 2: Young Cut Up]
Whatchu trying to front with, bastard cuz?
You feel disaster comin' atcha little fast or something?
Don’t act wit us, or get it aquaducting
Can’t ask for nothing
When i’m ashin blunts
In this shack with some of my blacker cuzzes
My cracker cuzzes, my halfer cuzzes
Bout a half a dozen
Niggas packin substance
Getting high as fuck, niggas shmacked in public
Get ya cashes up
Nigga catch the bus
You can’t tag with us
If you attract that sus
Niggas backin up..
Chickens bad as fuck
Can't have enough of this quaker stake, (nigga)
Sike naw nigga just playin mane
Gotta keep dame, looking great every day. (nigga)
Better be based, (nigga) better blow haze, (nigga)
Better know taste, and she better blow brain!
Like what you, what you, what you saying?
I run this game, (nigga)
I run Usain, (nigga)
I want to say
I’m 1,2, tres (nigga)
My junto praise (nigga)
Yo junk go to waste. (nigga)
Don’t wait, go take, slow pace, (NIGGUH)
Sip Bay, no chase, smoke, blaze, (NYUCKA)
Mix grey goose, with a little grape juice
Thank you, Jesus, guess who slayed
Now raise yo hands, if you knows thats you. (NYUCKA)
Like you’s in class and you knows that truth
Then scoop two glasses and pour that Captain. (nigga)
One for the passion
Other for the ratchet
Pass spliffs, fast with some grown ass youth. (nigga)
Leaning back looking so damn smooth.(nigga)
High, blasted, bitches high fashioned
Ask if they plastered, say Absoulut. (NIGGA! NIGGA!)
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