Crabs

Crabs
She got
Who's at the bottom of the sea
Waves splashed all over me
Made a mess all on my sheets

Dripping from my head to feet
Now I'm squeaking on her teeth
And I feel real fucking clean
See something moving in her tree
That's when the crabs jumped out at me

Crabs
She got
Crabs
Oh shit, she got
Crabs
She got the
Crabs

She pulled up in that krabby car
On St. Crabs Boulevard
I serve her that gold caviar
She about to be a Patrick Star
Two B's and I ain't the passenger
Stay right there while I get my camera
There will be no crabs if I'm slamming ya
Just clean pink with some magic dust

Crabs
She got
Crabs
Oh shit, she got
Crabs
She got the
Crabs

She got a bunch of little crab people
You could see them pouring out the wall out the peep hole
You know if I fuck her it might hurt when I tinkle
Bitch you need to shave, here's a razor and a tin cup
Gotta get rid of those little creatures
The ones that's falling from your stupid sneakers
Ain't that thirsty? Not gon' fucking drink her
Itchy bitch this dick ain't gonna reach her

I splatter the chemicals
(Watch 'em)
They scatter across the walls
(Toss 'em)
Get the fuck off my balls
(Lost 'em)
Always cuttin close calls bitch



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Writer(s): Ryan Lee
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