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Perfectly Adequate Whales - Soul Beat Lyrics




I went to a wedding, knocked a couple back
Laid a grenade on the stage and knocked a couple back
And I just shaved and I already got the stubble back
Brainstorm my next bloodbath in a bubble bath
While I stroke my rubber duck and cackle manically
Shit, balls, anal cavity
Lately when I've been trying to wipe
Can't sit down when I flush or my dick will rapidly
Ricochet against the insides of the pipes
You've been dying to try the sick tricks I've designed
Like McTwist on a ripstick with a thick bitch
So she can give head during flight
I do that shit every night and I land just right
Clean one thousand-point bonus, bitch I own this game
To the hoes who say I got no cojones, that's a bogus claim
Got bitches knocking on my door like they're preaching Jehovah's name
Every bitch I f*ck ends up with psychosis, still, I show no shame

Collect my dick as you pass Go, bitch, I f*ck up the game
Say what you already know though, MC Marine is the name
Take rhymes to dizzying heights, the view here's quite a sight
Walk of shame my way onto the Walk of Fame
And tame this beast, my dick rise like yeast
Rise like Jesus was supposed to, never did, bitch, please
I'm Dino Buddy, Silly Putty, Capri Sun in one
Teletubbies, Kid Cudi, and Yu-Gi-Oh! but more fun
Drink all the water in the waterpark to piss on your grave
Catch me at the Farmer's Mark' 'cause this is handmade
Farm to table with one rap, I tip the scales in my favor
Justice symbol the way I dish out punishment, watch your behavior
We take over, no lucky clovers, bitch, watch out
Y'all water down your raps, you should stop we're in a drought
Turn that hose off and watch the words that you spout
Doing big numbers the way we make it count

This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you

"Are you guys whales?
Are you people who think they're whales?
Are you just normal people?
Which one is it?
Your lore isn't even consistent
Who the f*ck are the Perfectly Adequate Whales?"

Instagram my knee and then get retweeted by Trump
Making f*ckers run like I'm Jenny from Forrest Gump
Roll up in my Jeep, Sufjan Stevens bumps in the whip
Putting nerds to sleep and we aiming right for the dick
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I went to a wedding, knocked a couple back
Laid a grenade on the stage and knocked a couple back
And I just shaved and I already got the stubble back
Brainstorm my next bloodbath in a bubble bath
While I stroke my rubber duck and cackle manically
Shit, balls, anal cavity
Lately when I've been trying to wipe
Can't sit down when I flush or my dick will rapidly
Ricochet against the insides of the pipes
You've been dying to try the sick tricks I've designed
Like McTwist on a ripstick with a thick bitch
So she can give head during flight
I do that shit every night and I land just right
Clean one thousand-point bonus, bitch I own this game
To the hoes who say I got no cojones, that's a bogus claim
Got bitches knocking on my door like they're preaching Jehovah's name
Every bitch I f*ck ends up with psychosis, still, I show no shame

Collect my dick as you pass Go, bitch, I f*ck up the game
Say what you already know though, MC Marine is the name
Take rhymes to dizzying heights, the view here's quite a sight
Walk of shame my way onto the Walk of Fame
And tame this beast, my dick rise like yeast
Rise like Jesus was supposed to, never did, bitch, please
I'm Dino Buddy, Silly Putty, Capri Sun in one
Teletubbies, Kid Cudi, and Yu-Gi-Oh! but more fun
Drink all the water in the waterpark to piss on your grave
Catch me at the Farmer's Mark' 'cause this is handmade
Farm to table with one rap, I tip the scales in my favor
Justice symbol the way I dish out punishment, watch your behavior
We take over, no lucky clovers, bitch, watch out
Y'all water down your raps, you should stop we're in a drought
Turn that hose off and watch the words that you spout
Doing big numbers the way we make it count

This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you
This is not a showdown, but it's about to go down
We're just so much better than you

"Are you guys whales?
Are you people who think they're whales?
Are you just normal people?
Which one is it?
Your lore isn't even consistent
Who the f*ck are the Perfectly Adequate Whales?"

Instagram my knee and then get retweeted by Trump
Making f*ckers run like I'm Jenny from Forrest Gump
Roll up in my Jeep, Sufjan Stevens bumps in the whip
Putting nerds to sleep and we aiming right for the dick
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Writer: Benjamin Humy, Connor Castro, Grant Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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