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Desert Island Rap
I got on the island when the plane went down first I thought that I would drown,
Listened to the passengers cry and scream as they ended their life dream,
Lay on my back gave up the fight drifted off into the night,
Shark swims up and looks at me but he’s not hungry glory be!
Then I drifted off to sleep woke at dawn when I heard a beep,
Bloody hell my watch alarm morning come and I’ve met no harm,
I feel a bump an old tree stump land on the island it’s fuckin’ dump!
Walk around it in a day no one here so gotta stay,
Got no restaurants got no bar dis no place for a young rap star!
Search plane flying overhead, assume all dead, give up the search it’s what I dread.
Then I see her just outta reach strolling naked on the beach,
I shout out baby wait for me she turns around a sight to see,
Nubile nimble smiling now how she get here anyhow?
She says man you look a mess and your wearing too much dress,
Why you wearing all them clothes? Frighten of sex I do suppose!
Strips me naked wow that’s better now come and share this nice French letter,
We make love beneath a tree, Fully satisfied so is she,
Then I awake I’m covered in cream, Oh bloody hell it was just a wet dream!”
Listened to the passengers cry and scream as they ended their life dream,
Lay on my back gave up the fight drifted off into the night,
Shark swims up and looks at me but he’s not hungry glory be!
Then I drifted off to sleep woke at dawn when I heard a beep,
Bloody hell my watch alarm morning come and I’ve met no harm,
I feel a bump an old tree stump land on the island it’s fuckin’ dump!
Walk around it in a day no one here so gotta stay,
Got no restaurants got no bar dis no place for a young rap star!
Search plane flying overhead, assume all dead, give up the search it’s what I dread.
Then I see her just outta reach strolling naked on the beach,
I shout out baby wait for me she turns around a sight to see,
Nubile nimble smiling now how she get here anyhow?
She says man you look a mess and your wearing too much dress,
Why you wearing all them clothes? Frighten of sex I do suppose!
Strips me naked wow that’s better now come and share this nice French letter,
We make love beneath a tree, Fully satisfied so is she,
Then I awake I’m covered in cream, Oh bloody hell it was just a wet dream!”
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