Marjorie -W.C. Sinclair - Cuban Missile Crisis Lyrics

If the bitch lost @ sea think imma throw her a raft
Steel drums with the strings & kick compressed with no attack
I'm tryna put it in rotation, contemplating bout ah bag
Was inna sticky situation, had to make it out that jam
I needa 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
Was makin movements with precision taking trips to distant lands
She said it's truth in science fiction if you check into the facts
Every teary-eyed description was a testament to that
Egyptian pyramids in vision, sphinxes rested in the sand
Way the turkey do the chicken made me hit the damn penguin
I went & surf'n'turfed the bich I'm tryna fish and chip her badly
Was eatin macaroni cheese wif Tapatio & some spam
Can feel the abalone breeze & smell the sea from where I stand
It went & bursted at the seems but still held perfectly intact
But if the bitch lost @ sea think imma throw her a raft
Steel drums with the strings & kick compressed with no attack
I'm tryna put it in rotation, contemplating bout ah bag
Was inna sticky situation, had to make it out that jam
I needa 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
Was makin movements with precision taking trips to distant lands