Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Captain's Quarters, artist - The Stupendium. Date of issue: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Captain's Quarters |
| Welcome to the Captain’s Quarters |
| It’s all back in order |
| I be getting healthy so I ordered my big mac with water |
| Acting cautious |
| On my ship you’re trapped, Andorra |
| Getting in my way I leave em crushed like they a bag of walkers |
| They acting useless like reddit karma |
| They lacking answers |
| I’ll make em perish, like I’m Obama |
| They crash like java |
| I pull the llama |
| I be grinding time in Stardew Valley |
| So by now I think I’m qualified to be a farmer |
| Never had a ciggy but smoking the competition |
| They listen |
| The only time I drop the mic is when I’m trippin |
| Non-fiction, my blood is mythical |
| Biblical, making miracles |
| My brother caused a motherfucking flood when he was christened |
| Look at all the people who watch me on every Friday |
| Look at all the rappers that copy my font and typeface |
| They be getting bread I be getting Carbohydrates |
| When they hear the beat then they be ducking like a sidechain |
| A lazy Sunday sitting comfy in the country |
| When suddenly the butler Humphrey comes to bug me |
| The Captain wants some company in the club. |
| Lovely jubbly |
| You’ve heard of getting smashed? |
| I’ll be getting Humpty Dumptied |
| Every time I step up in the booth I’m supping on suds with a touch of vermouth |
| Dunking my tongue in its russet-y hues or some other subtly bubbly fluid |
| Intricate mixture of pickling my innards and tickling my quill til' I suddenly |
| spew |
| Lyrical wizardry, spitting my musical missives like bibbidi bobbidi boo |
| Climbing the drapes. |
| I’m going ape. |
| Raising the roof just like Shwabadi do |
| 'Cause it’s the bear necessities to reap a little hulla-Baloo |
| These chaps got the raps on tap, The Cap, the Chairman and Douglby too |
| There’s nothing to do but glug on a couple of rums and a lovely pineapple juice |
| Nouveau riche trio here to stir some trouble |
| One minute at the bar I’m already seeing doubles |
| Or triples, quadruples, you know why they call them tipples? |
| 'Cause I’m tipping back the spirits 'til I’m filled up to the nipples |
| My rhyme schemes are convoluted, some are genius, some are stupid |
| And as soon as you should hear them, your mind becomes polluted |
| I’m the undisputed tycoon of high-falutin' music |
| Providing you with highly putrid views, no time to mute it |
| I’m just too quick, I can’t just spit on the mic, I leave it glistening |
| Bright with slimy mucous. |
| Your wife still finds that I’m the cutest… |
| And though my pride and hubris invites a looming crisis |
| I regardless find the lark just far too amusing to quit |
| I might lose a few quid, but I’ll recoup it |
| By revealing my new trick, it’s killing you with half a billiard cue stick |
| I haven’t devised a method to monetise it really but fook it |
| I just find gratuitous mindless violence soothing, therapeutic |
| That’s half the fun, now pass the rum, I’d like a glass of some |
| Slurping it so hard it’s like a harlot’s bum that’s farting cum |
| Lining up shots faster than a starting gun |
| Christ, what the fuck have I just done? |