[Hook:]

I’m gonna hock some swag

Only got boonbucks in my pocket

I - I - I’m fishing, hooking for a treasure

This is fucking awesome

Nah, Walk up to the glub like you all about the shell shock

I’m so pumped about some shit for the prawn shop

Jewels in the crown they’re so damn costly

That trolls are like, “Clam! She found Andrew Hussie.”

Swimmin in, hella deep, krillin my anemones,

Prawn all yo junk, ‘cept my pointy jam, for tha queen

Hatin on the fish punk, gills standin’ next to me

Probubbly gonna shell this, smells like boonbucks to me (cashhhhh)

But shit, it was all free to me!

I be grabbin it, snatchin it, 'bout to go and get some fishin nets

Takin’ all of those golden fins someone else’s been anchoring

But me and guppy stealin it

I am slippin and sneakin and

Earnin’ my money and I’m shella happy that’s yo booty, bitch

I'ma take the empress style, I'ma take the empress’ style,

No for real - ask the empress- can I have her trident now?

Fiduspawn cards and horsaponi

Juju breaker in a chest that I found walkin’

Found a broken cue ball, I sold a broken cue ball

I sold a weird codpiece, then I sold a teapot

Shello, shello, my ace troll, Rufioh

Condesce ain’t got nothing on my business, shell no

I could take some fake horns, rocket boots, sell those

Loser troll would be like “trigger warning: klepto”

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]

What you know about pawnin a ring off on a human?

What you knowin’ about sellin a blood potion?

I’m walkin, I’m walkin, I’m searching right through that bubble

One troll’s trash, that’s another troll’s sick bling

Thank your empress for hiding that gold double trident

'Cause right now I’m up in here glubbin

I’m in the bubbles, you can find me in the (updates)

I’m not, I’m not sick of searchin’ in that panel (updates)

Your moirail, your auspi, your matesprit, your kizzie

I’ll take that big blue ahab’s crosshairs, over knee, I break that motherglubber

Pair of timetables with the jams on that motherglubber

I hit the deck and they stop in that motherglubber

They be like, “Oh, that Peixes - she’s shella tight.”

I’m like, “Yo - it’s fifty boonies for the seahorse.”

Jacked Cronus edition, let’s do some shrimple addition

Fifty dollars for a seahorse - that’s just a hella sweet pitch (shit)

I call that getting b8ed and switched (shit)

I call that getting tricked by an heiress

This shit’s hella dough

And stealin this shit from all the other trolls up in this dream is a hella dope

flash game, come take a look through my telescope

Trying to get gold from a ghost? Man you hella won’t

Man you hella won’t

(Prawn shop… hockin swag… yeah!)