Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Book of Nook, artist - Starbomb. Album song Starbomb, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 12.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
The Book of Nook |
Oh, shit, let’s play Animal Crossing now |
Come on everybody I’ll show you how |
Now listen real close, I’ma tell you the sitch |
Cause my name is Tom Nook and I run this bitch |
Congratulations, you bought a new home |
Oh, you can’t afford it? |
I can give you a loan |
You can catch some bugs till the debt’s been paid |
Cause you’re the newest member of my slave trade |
That’s right motherfucker, this shit got real |
I rule this crossing with my balls of steel |
I also like to rule it with huge ass guns |
And Timmy and Tommy, my giant mongoloid sons |
Kapp’n the turtle’s gonna be your new guide |
Who can show you where the people who have crossed me died |
So give me your bells and don’t misbehave |
Or I’ll get Mr. Resetti to fucking dig you a grave |
Animal Crossing, Animal Crossing is not a place you wanna fuck around |
Now you’re in Nook’s town |
Where crazy shit goes down |
So sell seashells and make some bells and shut your fucking mouth |
Animal Crossing, Animal Crossing, this is his land |
Now taste the back of his pimp hand |
His balls are brass |
And he’s the mayor of your fucking ass |
Damn, that’s right, slut |
You got once choice, bow down or get cut |
You better recognize the tanuki tycoon |
And my thug life gang of adorable goons |
My owl assassin with a little bow tie |
You don’t matter to Blathers, he’ll make your ass die |
He’ll tell you 'bout insects, letters and numerals |
And he’ll get K.K. |
to fucking sing at your funeral |
Kicks sells shoes and he doesn’t take sass |
And my boots are beautiful when I stomp your ass |
Brewster serves you coffee and scones |
And stabs your neck if you don’t pay my loan |
So sell some shit to my alpacas down south |
And if you don’t, I’ll-pack-a my nuts in your mouth |
You want in this town, you better bring some bells |
Or I’ll cock the Glock and fucking send you to hell |
Yeah! |
What, you don’t like my prices? |
Then go somewhere else! |
Oh wait, you can’t; |
you’re trapped in my town, bitch! |
So go to that island, and catch some beetles, sell them to my alpacas |
Your nuts are on special! |