Bob Esponja Rolo (feat. Kael)

He went into the L to smoke and smoke
SpongeBob
His best friend a crack pipe
SpongeBob
Buys a rock for 16 grand
SpongeBob
And a drink that O' Jon calls himself
SpongeBob

I woke up in the morning with the smell of burgers
For the crusty crab I dive headfirst
Looking at the women by my side
Evaluating the casting, there are plenty of fish!
Madness is necessary in the depths of Bikini Bottom
There are crabs killing for kelp coins
Alarmed and bitter, they come out to hear our beat
Trying to shut us up, don't be foolish!
Neighbors gossiping on the corner
The seaweed reddens the retina
Male and female minds get contaminated
Inhaling sea salt, injecting heroin
Lost souls without life falling into precipices
Corrupt sharks by trade and power to their benefit
Patrick, star of vice, fishy service drives me crazy
In the building, a whale awaits the client
The catfish is happy peeling teeth
Mr. Zorrero passed by on his seahorse, it's 2 in the morning
A stingray is going to kill him, beware of the trout and bocachico, there was no micuro
Don't be scaly, I'll smoke it in the joint
Like the smoke of herbs at the party
And you end up fried as if you were a fish

Barnacle Boy through time and barnacle, welcome to heaven
Who has come to the real world with Mermaid Man, more gay than Superman
Or Batman and Robin, we have the attitude, not of superheroes, we bring the
Eyes of fear watching the fish at the parties, how they move
Hiding in bushes, submarines smoking on coral reefs
Others envying Larry the lobster, with a very wide back and a very narrow waist
Such a big body for such a small brain, maybe so much exercise damaged his head
I have learned to have a good time in life, not like Squidward, fighting bitterness
I don't hate or cheat, I'm not interested like other
Crabs who want to hit me on the head or like Plankton who wants
To see me bad and steal the recipe to make hip hop, I'm like Gary the
One who sees a lot and speaks little when it comes to acting, you
Love the board, faggots! Many are like Patrick Star
Starry with the loss of judgment, Sandy with helmets, foreign
Aliens, madness is necessary, it is necessary to show it

Walking down Calamari Street, the elegant one picking up cans
And sniffing glue,