Penguin Mode

Who want smoke
I'm the pope
You're a fool
Slingin' dope
In the pool
Backstroke
Bob Ross
Black stroke
Down the hill
Big slopes
No skis
Penguin Mode
All this ice
On my wrist
Got me freezin'
In the cold
But I'm cool
'Cause of blubber
When I go
Penguin Mode

Gettin' juice jumper cables but my car still run
In the club slingin' ones like a son of a gun

Woop, boop
Hit 'em wit' the alley-oop
Get the scoop
Your doggy poopin' whoopti whoop
In the coupe
Glidin' like a hyperloop
In the soup
Gettin' lost in the gloop
I shoots
Swishi-ishi I shoots
No bloops
Flying squirrel I swoop
Blues Clues
Your whole gang gettin' duped
That's a oop
Takin' out your whole group

Penguins are so fun
Penguins, everyone
Slide through, Penguin Mode
Slide down the hills we own

Yeah you know we got that polar plunge
Slidin' in the DMs wit' a big lunge
At the South Pole get to workin'
Wings don't work still fly Lambo' swervin'
Boy I can only hold my breath for so long
Watchin' other careers go wrong
Too many rappers takin' hits off the idiot bong
I'm divin' in and it can't go wrong YUH
I'm so cool like the winter that I wrote this song
'Cause Christmas time is the time to get along
We're reachin' heights faster than King Kong
And if you wanna party I can be the Funky Kong

Penguins are so fun
Penguins, everyone
Slide through, Penguin Mode
Slide down the hills we own

Penguin Mode!
Merry Christmas, everybody!
Come on!
All year
Merry Christmas, all year
Keep those trees up!
Come on!



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Clinton
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