Eugene Krabs

Yo Tae
Tae
Grab me a Heineken man

The best is next I'm cashing checks from projects
Respects effects the ex for sex as objects
You got no clue what the crew about to do
Bamboo and the brew with the brand new shoe
With the team with team with the motherfucking team
We gonna make you steam boiling your bloodstream
Eighteen machine coming clean
Got some green for the scene
Cha-Ching cha-ching, got more money than Eugene
Krabs in the labs taking jabs from the tabs
Back stabs at "Krusty Krabs"
But the mic is up for grabs
No it ain't, let me paint till you faint
No complaint, not a saint not a saint
You know I ain't I must acquaint
The hay day pay day that is just they say
This way that way mind spray I convey
Sunday Monday come and have it your way
Tuesday Wednesday bitch why you so thirsty
Oh your not
Well are you lying again
Let's hear an explanation
As I sip up from this Heineken
Beer no fear I appear make you tear for a year
Cause all these motherfuckers know that I get all the rear
Dear wipe the smear cause we steer till it's clear
That the peer is sincere when they hear from the ear
Bitch I would never however pull the lever
I'll rip you up like shredder
Cause that's right bitch I am better
Pass the keys and let me jet
And don't forget that I'm a threat
Corvette holy shit flaming like a cigarette
Stuck being cold I'm the youngest living old
Fuck being told imma go straight to the gold
Imma take your ass to the fucking black hole
Then burn your ass into fucking charcoal
These motherfucking bitches all they do is follow
These motherfucking bitches all there heads are hallow
Bitch



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Writer(s): Chef Borges
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