A Yung Pinch Song: Sandcloutles pt. 3

Temperatures be Andre Rison

We outchea chasin’ waterfalls

Cuz the water don’t fall far from the tree

And that tree is me, Pinch Rising 

Yeah ya boy the tree of life

Pitt runnin’ from zombies like the 5-0

Pitt runnin’ from hunnies like the 5-0

Pitt runnin’ from the 5-0 like the fam 

Yeah you know me, Captain Jack

Parrot on my shoulder, mobbin’ on the shoulder

Pinch don’t follow no street signs

Pinch was born with the right of way, yessir ooooOooOoOooh yahhhh yah yah

Sandcloutles as far the Lefteye can see

The Manhattan skyline ain’t got nothin’ on em 

The Mad Hatter holdin’ down the tea party, clink clink on a hater 

Captain Jack with the jumper, fadeaway into these waves

Bury Pinch alive, he barely breathing 

Tim Duncan Sheik, fundamentally sound

Dunkin’ Sheik, ya donuts go nuts for the way I sound

Pinch dunkin’, getcha hearing checked maybe sign up for one of those new device beta test thingys, do something adventurous for once in ya life, steer into the iceberg oooOooOoOh YAH yah yahhhh TAI-tanic size crowds in the buildin'

Flex on a clown, make em blush like Krusty

Snap on a clown, make em blush like Blushie 

Reck on a clown, make em duck like Duckie 

Pretty with Green, the ladies they stalk me like Duckie 

Juwanna verse from me, it'll cost ya an arm and a leg

Buckle up for the Pinch coaster, please protect ya arms and ya legs

Mess with me, finna meet my eight arms and legs, Rich Ocho 

Arachnid no phobia, ain’t got no fears but losing my arms and my legs 

Pinch the punter, put you in a coffin with no corner

Pinch the quarterback, pick you apart like fresh Romaine

Pinch the long snapper, fire that pigskin back, issa TIE Fighter

Pinch the slot receiver, flippin’ alligator arms into angry yeti bodybuilder biceps YAHHHH yuh 

Ya dude a vet of The Great Beach War

Thousands of Bud Lights perished, a sad day

Boogie boarders battled with surfers, a rad day

Yung Bad Grandpa droppin these sounds, watchin' these sandcastles turn into sandcloutles like an Autumn leaf, Autumn gonna leave, drop the mic Al Gore 

Boogie boarders broke the bank, blah blah

Surfers went and took the darn cake, cha cha

Everybody come on and do the cha cha, lookin' at you Lady Gagas

I’m a big boss baby watch me break it down, cha ga cha ga 

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