You couldn't f*cking be me
It'd give you the heebie-jeebies
Y'all a bunch of peewees
I'm always smoking seaweed
See our marquee and ask to be VIP
Where the f*ck were you when we were still free?
Styling in the streets, stockpiling our fans
Defying all the laws of rhyming on the motherf*cking beat
We know how to rap, unlike YG
Now we breaking out like this is White Heat
My dick's still big when it's seven degrees
One percent erect and there's a bend in my jeans
My taste is refined for Bay Area wine
Because getting gnarly head is how I spended my teens
Achieved nirvana after I befriended the trees
Got so many bars, I'm like a vending machine
I don't know why I'm unsigned
I guess I'm hard to find
Wearing a ghillie suit of cannabis to blend in with weed
That stretches across my property for miles
Yes, you could say Immortal Orca's versatile
I can't really function 'less I'm high on krokodil
I perform open-heart surgery while I freestyle
Bitches lined up to my cock around the block, single file
Fifty percent off my nuts this time of year, they're running wild
Kill a newborn baby while I smile
Open up Time Machine and back up all my files
Raise my voice clearly above the rest of the chatter
Yeah, you could be bad but best believe that I'm badder
Cooking things up, I got the batter and the heat
Try to catch me in the kitchen, you'll only catch me in the streets
Tony Hawk Underground career that's what I beat
Keep my manual going when I hit those streets
Werewolf dressed as ghost 'cause I'm a beast in the sheets
Call me Jalepeño Harry 'cause I'm bringing the heat
But goddamn, you f*ckers can't handle me
I'm out of control like ticket handling fees
But yet I go ignored like the problem with the bees
Too bad 'cause I'm pretty sure that I'm their knees
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
"Perfectly Adequate Whales, huh?
What kind of a name is that?
Did you come up with that when you were, like, 15 or something?"
Perfectly Adequate Whales - You Are Now Entering A Dank Dungeon Lyrics
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You couldn't f*cking be me
It'd give you the heebie-jeebies
Y'all a bunch of peewees
I'm always smoking seaweed
See our marquee and ask to be VIP
Where the f*ck were you when we were still free?
Styling in the streets, stockpiling our fans
Defying all the laws of rhyming on the motherf*cking beat
We know how to rap, unlike YG
Now we breaking out like this is White Heat
My dick's still big when it's seven degrees
One percent erect and there's a bend in my jeans
My taste is refined for Bay Area wine
Because getting gnarly head is how I spended my teens
Achieved nirvana after I befriended the trees
Got so many bars, I'm like a vending machine
I don't know why I'm unsigned
I guess I'm hard to find
Wearing a ghillie suit of cannabis to blend in with weed
That stretches across my property for miles
Yes, you could say Immortal Orca's versatile
I can't really function 'less I'm high on krokodil
I perform open-heart surgery while I freestyle
Bitches lined up to my cock around the block, single file
Fifty percent off my nuts this time of year, they're running wild
Kill a newborn baby while I smile
Open up Time Machine and back up all my files
Raise my voice clearly above the rest of the chatter
Yeah, you could be bad but best believe that I'm badder
Cooking things up, I got the batter and the heat
Try to catch me in the kitchen, you'll only catch me in the streets
Tony Hawk Underground career that's what I beat
Keep my manual going when I hit those streets
Werewolf dressed as ghost 'cause I'm a beast in the sheets
Call me Jalepeño Harry 'cause I'm bringing the heat
But goddamn, you f*ckers can't handle me
I'm out of control like ticket handling fees
But yet I go ignored like the problem with the bees
Too bad 'cause I'm pretty sure that I'm their knees
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
"Perfectly Adequate Whales, huh?
What kind of a name is that?
Did you come up with that when you were, like, 15 or something?"
It'd give you the heebie-jeebies
Y'all a bunch of peewees
I'm always smoking seaweed
See our marquee and ask to be VIP
Where the f*ck were you when we were still free?
Styling in the streets, stockpiling our fans
Defying all the laws of rhyming on the motherf*cking beat
We know how to rap, unlike YG
Now we breaking out like this is White Heat
My dick's still big when it's seven degrees
One percent erect and there's a bend in my jeans
My taste is refined for Bay Area wine
Because getting gnarly head is how I spended my teens
Achieved nirvana after I befriended the trees
Got so many bars, I'm like a vending machine
I don't know why I'm unsigned
I guess I'm hard to find
Wearing a ghillie suit of cannabis to blend in with weed
That stretches across my property for miles
Yes, you could say Immortal Orca's versatile
I can't really function 'less I'm high on krokodil
I perform open-heart surgery while I freestyle
Bitches lined up to my cock around the block, single file
Fifty percent off my nuts this time of year, they're running wild
Kill a newborn baby while I smile
Open up Time Machine and back up all my files
Raise my voice clearly above the rest of the chatter
Yeah, you could be bad but best believe that I'm badder
Cooking things up, I got the batter and the heat
Try to catch me in the kitchen, you'll only catch me in the streets
Tony Hawk Underground career that's what I beat
Keep my manual going when I hit those streets
Werewolf dressed as ghost 'cause I'm a beast in the sheets
Call me Jalepeño Harry 'cause I'm bringing the heat
But goddamn, you f*ckers can't handle me
I'm out of control like ticket handling fees
But yet I go ignored like the problem with the bees
Too bad 'cause I'm pretty sure that I'm their knees
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
Bring your wack game to the f*cking rap game
Living in the fast lane, giving y'all a bad name
"Perfectly Adequate Whales, huh?
What kind of a name is that?
Did you come up with that when you were, like, 15 or something?"
Writer: Benjamin Humy, Connor Castro, Grant Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid