Bitch I got a case of the Mondays, manic
Taking out my gun day, panic
Boy you better run away
Before I blast it
What's in the package?
Explosives made of plastic
Busting out the wrapping
I'm knocking on your front door with a tec
9 Pointed at your face boy, what did you expect?
You show devotion to the ocean but don't show no respect
To the boy who been flowing and navigating from the deck
You can talk shit 'bout the captain but not 'bout the Skipper
And now the crew wanna make sure that you be swimming with Flipper
And now you walking down the gangplank like it was a runway
Just another case of the f*cked up, manic Mondays