This is a song about "Man who caches fish with a beard"

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

I want mignon, not a mickyd's fish filet

But my character never could be like them, man

Made me who i am. a man. claim that i have a new plan.

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

And kept twitching her eyes like a dead fish

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

With a plan and a passion like flame man

With scents of fish, i'll hook you wit my damn hooks, bitch,

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

Or you can do better on some hate shit

Punchlines check it, man with a method

Pop a couple pills, climb a few hills, floatin to the top like a fish with gills,

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