Cuban Missile Crisis lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, if the b*tch lost at sea, think I'ma throw her a raft
Steeldrums with the strings and kick compressed with no attack
I'm tryna put it in rotation, contemplatin' 'bout a bag
Was in a sticky situation, I had to make it out that jam
I need a nuclear submarine with Cuban missiles in the back
I know my mission not complete, I'm tryna see what's at the end
I had to make a quick decision, couldn't leave it up to chance
We was makin' movements with precision, takin' trips to distant lands

[Verse]
She said there's truth to science fiction if you check in to the facts
And every teary eyed description was a testament to that
Egyptian pyramids and sphynixes resting is in the sand
The way the turkey do the chicken make me hit the damn peguin
I went and surfed and turfed the b*tch, I'm tryna fish and chip her bad
Was eatin macaroni and cheese with Tapatío and some spam
Can feel the abalone breeze and smell the sea from where I stand
It went and at the seams but still held perfectly intact

[Chorus]
Ayy, if the b*tch lost at sea, think I'ma throw her a raft
Steeldrums with the strings and kick compressed with no attack
I'm tryna put it in rotation, contemplatin' 'bout a bag
Was in a sticky situation, I had to make it out that jam
I need a nuclear submarine with Cuban missiles in the back
I know my mission not complete, I'm tryna see what's at the end
I had to make a quick decision, couldn't leave it up to chance
We was makin' movements with precision, takin' trips to distant lands