Fish he comes, not to spray, he burns
He's done his sums, is what he says, he's learnt
Corrupt the slums, donates today, his earnings
Fuck the dumps, just lay, he's returning
He's trying his best to show his multi skills
He's crying out loud over his sulky feels
Over his bulky pains, it's pouring rain, he's going emo
He takes the train, in heavy rain, Fish finding Nemo
He's what-the-hell, what-the-fuck, he's probably lame-o
Darkest spell, motherfuck, he's stuck in this game yo.