I Bought a Submarine Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie

I bought a submarine
I′m living undersea comfortably
I filled this bitch up with luxuries
The only thing lacking is subtlety
Welcome to the good ship Manatee
The epitome of opulence and vanity
I commissioned me an image of my visage on the stern
And it turned out handsomely
The ship's shaped like a microphone
My mixtape′s shipshape
And amidships find me writing in the studio
Cuz my flow is the ship's fuel intake
Pull out the harbor
Hard to starboard
Hard to starve
When I got all of this food in my larder
I got a fancy pantry
I got the tartar sauce
If I want can eat candy
I got the starburst


Fresh baked bread made daily
Cop an artisan loaf
Find me getting baked in the bakery
Whole wheat weed, please pardon the smoke
In the parlor with the marvellous dro
From the weed greenhouse
Where the harvest is dope
And the smoke leaks out
From the lounge to the steam house
Marijuana sauna that is part of my home
You guys like air hockey?
Bet your dad's ass that we got a table
NBA League Pass free cable
HBO and a pony in a stable
That′s a sea horse
And I′m well aware I got nowhere to ride it
But I like it so I keep George
That's his name
Masticating on potatoes
While I′m brushing his mane
That's a favorite second place would
Be my custom bidet
Calibrated to my anus
For a comfortable spray
Butt the water is replaced with
My favorite drank
I′ve got a couple complaints
From guests that don't expect Ciroc to the taint
Well expect that
If you can′t hang get the F back
I don't mean fullback
Rather tight end
Don't get mad when splashed
The enema of my enemy is my friend
The amenities don′t end
Hot towel?
Definitely, yes
Ahhh, bitch I′m refreshed
You can take a leisurely stroll to the mezzanine bistro
Thank Garcon for the sweet roll
Best wheat toast on the East Coast
And that's separate from the bakery I keep both
If you need dough
Go the vault where we keep gold
Sorry. I shouldn′t rap with my cheeks full
But Garcon came through with the cheese scone
Here's the captain′s cabin
Where the magic happens
A lotta sex
On classy fabric on a water bed
But it's lava fed
And that′s a magma mattress
And after that it's just a couple steps
From the phallus palace of love and sex
To the ballast hub of bubble chests
Cuz the sub is balanced by supple breasts