Fishboy - Aye Aye Sucka Sucka Lyrics

Aye Aye Sucka, Sucka, there goes Christmas I got nothing great but I don't care
And when my applesauce begins to kill me
Shoot the moon until the astronauts die in the carpet fire
I've got something in my back pocket
And it hurts like pasta
Makes the cats go crazy, turn your fan on
Shut the window cause the phone is ringing
No not really sucka, sucka, Aye Aye

Aye Aye, Sucka, Sucka, there goes Christmas I got nothing great but I don't care
And when my applesauce begins to kill me
Shoot the moon until the astronauts die in the carpet fire
I've got something in my back pocket And it hurts like pasta
Makes the cats go crazy, turn your fan on
Shut the window cause the phone is ringing

No not really sucka, sucka, Aye Aye

Aye Aye sucka, sucka, there goes Christmas I got nothing great but I don't care
And it hurts like pasta
Makes the cats go crazy,
Turn your fan on
Shut the window
'Cause the phone is ringing
No not really sucka, sucka, aye aye aye aye sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka aye aye