| «Feel all the water, Barry
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| Sharks out here, boy
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| Protect your feet, yeah»
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| Yeah, yeah
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| It’s chum inside the water
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| It’s chum inside the water
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| Uh
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| It’s chum inside the water, I could sense it like a shark
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| My ampullae Lorenzini sharp
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| Daddy take flight, five hours, change weather like carp, uh
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| It’s got me all up in my feelings, I’m feeling unappreciated
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| Too many hands up in my gumbo
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| Fuck around, I’ll throw some bleach in your gumbo
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| Flee leaping a tunnel, leave sheep asleep in a bundle
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| The reaper coming
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| I gotta say some crazy shit
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| Use the other part of your brain, don’t be lazy, bitch
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| I still got the same face from '86
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| My whip keep the military radar on the fritz, shit
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| «The men throw out the chum
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| The fish squirm about the delectable morsel
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| But there’s nothing chummy about the way they’re caught»
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| «Which is very unusual for a yacht like that»
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| «It really has everything, that’s right»
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| «If that isn’t enough, why not add a helicopter
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| Complete with its very own hangar?» |