Perfectly Adequate Whales - Quick, One More Absolute Banger Before Mr. Hingly Dingly Gets Back From The Dry Cleaners

I murder hoes and then say the Lord's name in vain
Rock-hard like I'm Dwayne
Fuck your mom for financial gain and make children vanish
I'm David Blaine
Enter tracks to set them aflame
Kill the game
There's no time to fucking explain
Just hop on my ripstick and nothing will ever be the same
Perfectly Adequate Whales
American Psycho, we kill it like Bale
Keeping the mortician busy
Billboard get dizzy from trying to keep up with our sales
Music was shit so we made a new scale
Continue the combo, I darkslide the rail
Fuck all my enemies up with my tail
And staple the bodies together with nails

Travel up the Bongo River to the Heart of Dankness
You know we're saving the rap game, no need to fucking thank us
Cop swag from L.L.Bean, I live a hypebeast dream
My dick becomes a sword when I got enemies to vanquish
One, two, uh, offbeat
Wake up and I drop heat like I'm packing shit from Lockheed
Shooting shit off, dropping bodies
Got that chop like it's karate
I commit like kamikaze
Turning fuckboys into zombies
Yeah, I'm gunning and fucking, you running and ducking
I'm stunning and cunning, you bluffing and sucking
I'm hunting while stunting, you fumbling and tumbling down
While I make you into nothing
Bam bam when I shoot that gun
Bam bam like I'm Barney's son
Bam bam, I've already won
Celebration time, you know it's begun, yeah
Goddamn, why y'all even try?
Shotgun La Croix straight the fuck into my eye
Fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, fizzy, ouch, I wanna die
But I gotta drop a classic, '97 GoldenEye

Aren't you just making fun of offensive tropes as an excuse to be a part of those offensive tropes, themselves?
Do you really think that criticizing your own art, within your art, makes it deeper?

Written by:
Benjamin Humy, Grant Simmons

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