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| moroccian, russell means, howard fong, steve, everett quinton, television, dr. jennifer melfi, dialogue, woody harrelson, denis leary, nona gaye, libya, omani, stacey, party, | shit I'm on some new shit, that'll make your whole crew shit When they see 120 feet of carnivore coming hardcore off the me ocean floor While you're sitting on shore eating S'mores Fuck a harpoon!! Fuck, fuck, fuck a me harpoon! Fuck human mc's, whether Asian, Haitian or Caucasian It's the rapping cetacean who's living larger than Perry Mason I'm raising Cain all over creation I'm your master from here to Alaska Ask da Chief why he has ta Kill my brother to feel all tribal Did me you ancestor hunt with an M16 rifle? Get your hand grenade out, your shit's played out Don't say nothing, just fade out, you get laid out When I bitch slap you with my tail fin For killing my whale kin On the totem pole you're the Lowman like Death Of A Salesman, You're liked (but not well liked) I cause heap big ruckus on the mike Fuck a harpoon!! |
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| The harmonica is real, but the 'whale noise' is actually a Wookie. When I was re-creating dialogue this song, I had to watch the entire RETURN OF THE JEDI film just to get dialogue the one Wookie sound back! The bass part is half electric bass, half timpanni. The lyrics were inspired by Finky Bink$ and his partner Begit. They were going to put together an all-whale rap band called, uh. . .THE WHALE$. I was so excited by this totally random concept that I wrote this song to audition. It seemed appropriate to go with ORCA-LOC for my 'whale name'. . .The WHALE$ album never materialized, though. . . Written in 1999. ...and you thought whale music was some new age shit for hippies to give birth to You Jerry Garcia-looking motherfucker, don't make me hurt you You're more chicken than Frank Perdue, yelling "run away! run away!" like the holy grail You're bound to fail when you set sail, cus I'm the wrooooooooooooooooong whale to fuck with You get struck with the tail I won't call you Ishmael, you went out like a bitch-male, You'll wind up dead trying to catch me I'm bringing more dread than Haille Selassie And you axe me why I don't do your everyday whale music I don't play that "Wooooooo wooooooooooooo" |
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