Come on the track like it's my sock
I owned you f*ckers last time on Bitches on the Block
Catch me on the Cave Train Adventure at the Boardwalk
Catch me in my main lane when I ripstick 'cross the crosswalk
Bitch get over here and canoodle with my noodle
Posse on the track got the whole kit and kaboodle
Three out of four stars on my dick, got Ebert's approval
Won't buy a bitch dinner 'cause you know I keep it frugal
I'm the Bob Ross of punching people straight in the neck
Catch me at SeaWorld gift shop and I'm dueling out checks
Catch me at the middle school and I'm riding Tech Decks
Your bitch would kiss my pecker, guess she a woodpeck'
Bird of prey with my wordplay, I could do this shit every day
Falcon Punch you in the neck, I won't let you get away
Catch me setting records in the Pose Mii game on Wii Play
Catch me auctioning off my secrets on eBay
Come on the track like it's a catalog from Nordstrom
You'd want one of my toothbrush bristles if you could afford one
Each one's made of plutonium and signed by John Lennon
Tried to f*ck your girl, she only let me stick the head in (Hmm)
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, my head was in her pussy (Hmm)
Left that night with PTSD, get triggered every time I enter a tunnel (That's right)
I lurk the streets looking for toddlers to pummel (Wa-psh) (Hmm)
I grate parmesan cheese with my pubic stubble (Bon appetit) (Hmm)
My telescope dick gets bigger than the Hubble (Explore) (Hmm)
Go deep into a depression like I'm fingering your girl (Hmm)
Drank San Pellegrino and I think I'm gonna barf
Got spanked by Marge Simpson, I feel like Bart
Blinked during a speedrun so I had to restart
More number one smash hits than Captain Beefheart
Come on the track like that statue in my bathroom
Shooting loads so hard, it's like motherf*cking high noon
Beat it like a baboon while I'm making these rad tunes
Got so much drip, I'm a LaCroix out in late June
Got so much drip, I came straight from the Rio Grande
Got so much drip, I'm learning how to swim or swam
Past tense, it's your last chance before you're damned
In this showdown, I'ma throwdown with a mic still in my hand
Feast on the least of these rappers look dapper, stay cool in a fleeced hood
I'm Clint Eastwood, I've got beast wood
New Mac Daddy like my first name Fleetwood
Thank you to Heinz for sponsoring this mixtape
The good
Ego death while drinking LaCroix
The bad
Getting KO'd by the sword of Roy
The ugly
A farmboy
The dank
Knowing that this mixtape will bring you utter joy
Zoinks! Video (MV)
Performed By: Perfectly Adequate Whales
Length: 2:31
Written by: Benjamin Humy, Connor Castrp, Grant Simmons
Perfectly Adequate Whales - Zoinks! Lyrics
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Come on the track like it's my sock
I owned you f*ckers last time on Bitches on the Block
Catch me on the Cave Train Adventure at the Boardwalk
Catch me in my main lane when I ripstick 'cross the crosswalk
Bitch get over here and canoodle with my noodle
Posse on the track got the whole kit and kaboodle
Three out of four stars on my dick, got Ebert's approval
Won't buy a bitch dinner 'cause you know I keep it frugal
I'm the Bob Ross of punching people straight in the neck
Catch me at SeaWorld gift shop and I'm dueling out checks
Catch me at the middle school and I'm riding Tech Decks
Your bitch would kiss my pecker, guess she a woodpeck'
Bird of prey with my wordplay, I could do this shit every day
Falcon Punch you in the neck, I won't let you get away
Catch me setting records in the Pose Mii game on Wii Play
Catch me auctioning off my secrets on eBay
Come on the track like it's a catalog from Nordstrom
You'd want one of my toothbrush bristles if you could afford one
Each one's made of plutonium and signed by John Lennon
Tried to f*ck your girl, she only let me stick the head in (Hmm)
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, my head was in her pussy (Hmm)
Left that night with PTSD, get triggered every time I enter a tunnel (That's right)
I lurk the streets looking for toddlers to pummel (Wa-psh) (Hmm)
I grate parmesan cheese with my pubic stubble (Bon appetit) (Hmm)
My telescope dick gets bigger than the Hubble (Explore) (Hmm)
Go deep into a depression like I'm fingering your girl (Hmm)
Drank San Pellegrino and I think I'm gonna barf
Got spanked by Marge Simpson, I feel like Bart
Blinked during a speedrun so I had to restart
More number one smash hits than Captain Beefheart
Come on the track like that statue in my bathroom
Shooting loads so hard, it's like motherf*cking high noon
Beat it like a baboon while I'm making these rad tunes
Got so much drip, I'm a LaCroix out in late June
Got so much drip, I came straight from the Rio Grande
Got so much drip, I'm learning how to swim or swam
Past tense, it's your last chance before you're damned
In this showdown, I'ma throwdown with a mic still in my hand
Feast on the least of these rappers look dapper, stay cool in a fleeced hood
I'm Clint Eastwood, I've got beast wood
New Mac Daddy like my first name Fleetwood
Thank you to Heinz for sponsoring this mixtape
The good
Ego death while drinking LaCroix
The bad
Getting KO'd by the sword of Roy
The ugly
A farmboy
The dank
Knowing that this mixtape will bring you utter joy
I owned you f*ckers last time on Bitches on the Block
Catch me on the Cave Train Adventure at the Boardwalk
Catch me in my main lane when I ripstick 'cross the crosswalk
Bitch get over here and canoodle with my noodle
Posse on the track got the whole kit and kaboodle
Three out of four stars on my dick, got Ebert's approval
Won't buy a bitch dinner 'cause you know I keep it frugal
I'm the Bob Ross of punching people straight in the neck
Catch me at SeaWorld gift shop and I'm dueling out checks
Catch me at the middle school and I'm riding Tech Decks
Your bitch would kiss my pecker, guess she a woodpeck'
Bird of prey with my wordplay, I could do this shit every day
Falcon Punch you in the neck, I won't let you get away
Catch me setting records in the Pose Mii game on Wii Play
Catch me auctioning off my secrets on eBay
Come on the track like it's a catalog from Nordstrom
You'd want one of my toothbrush bristles if you could afford one
Each one's made of plutonium and signed by John Lennon
Tried to f*ck your girl, she only let me stick the head in (Hmm)
I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, my head was in her pussy (Hmm)
Left that night with PTSD, get triggered every time I enter a tunnel (That's right)
I lurk the streets looking for toddlers to pummel (Wa-psh) (Hmm)
I grate parmesan cheese with my pubic stubble (Bon appetit) (Hmm)
My telescope dick gets bigger than the Hubble (Explore) (Hmm)
Go deep into a depression like I'm fingering your girl (Hmm)
Drank San Pellegrino and I think I'm gonna barf
Got spanked by Marge Simpson, I feel like Bart
Blinked during a speedrun so I had to restart
More number one smash hits than Captain Beefheart
Come on the track like that statue in my bathroom
Shooting loads so hard, it's like motherf*cking high noon
Beat it like a baboon while I'm making these rad tunes
Got so much drip, I'm a LaCroix out in late June
Got so much drip, I came straight from the Rio Grande
Got so much drip, I'm learning how to swim or swam
Past tense, it's your last chance before you're damned
In this showdown, I'ma throwdown with a mic still in my hand
Feast on the least of these rappers look dapper, stay cool in a fleeced hood
I'm Clint Eastwood, I've got beast wood
New Mac Daddy like my first name Fleetwood
Thank you to Heinz for sponsoring this mixtape
The good
Ego death while drinking LaCroix
The bad
Getting KO'd by the sword of Roy
The ugly
A farmboy
The dank
Knowing that this mixtape will bring you utter joy
Writer: Benjamin Humy, Connor Castrp, Grant Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid