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R.I.P. Steve Irwin
R.I.P. Steve Irwin, this one's for you, homie
Rest in peace, we finna get you back in this one
(E-ESKRY, turn that shit up, man)
Fuck the rays, R.I.P. Steve, I'ma hop in the ocean with an M16
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I ain't playing with your ass this time around
I'ma fucking come in the aquarium and shoot you down (Brrapapapa)
Shit, bitch, I'ma pull up with a mothafuckin' submarine
Turn your ass into chow mein, ay
Make rays go extinct, hell
Boutta' filet a mothafuckin' stingray
(Uh) the fuck your flat ass exist for anyways?
Oh, I'm hungry now
We need to bring back pollution
We need to put more straws in the water
Fuck these stupid ass fish, I'ma murder you
I'ma filet your momma, and I'ma deepfry your sister
Stupid ass fish (uh, hold up, wait a minute)
What you lookin' at, fish?
Flat ass fish, whachu' lookin' at?
I'ma flip yo' ass like a flapjack
Stab yo' ass with a pitchfork
Use yo' ass as a doormat
Fuck the Rays, fuck Tampa Bay
I fuck 'em up like I'm Sasha Gray
In the stu', just introducing
I don't shame, I'm not from Houston
Fuck all the stingrays in the ocean
Killing Steve Irwin and causing a commotion
Give BP a fucking promotion
Spill some more oil, kill every stingray in the ocean
Fuck every stingray in the ocean
Stick it up their ass, and don't use any lotion
I'm telling y'all people, this is my notion
We gotta kill all the stingrays in the fuckin' ocean
This might be kinda goofy, we could put 'em in a smoothie
Maybe sell them to the Asians, they could turn them into sushi
Pollute the sea with roofies, or gun 'em down with uzis
And flip their flat ass over and fuck them in their booties
Listen, I'm all for the environment and everything
But seriously, fucking kill every stingray there is got dammit
Make 'em go extinct, fuck 'em
Fuck the rays, R.I.P. Steve, I'ma hop in the ocean with an M16
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Writer(s): Barry Gray
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