[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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