When trying to eat the crab's pincers, the most important thing is to hit it repeatedly with a hard and, if possible, heavy kitchen tool. Beware though, for may you hit in a slightly off-angle, the juices would cover your clothes and leave a rather unpleasant smell.
Duba, duba, duba, duba
Champ lexical de la pince
You only get one shot to break the pincer, pow let the juice flow
[But] Don't leave the stain, 'cause it stinks like hell
Break, break, break, break
Break the shell !
Feel the flesh being torn apart, jubilance in destruction
Drifting with the current, his shitty brain can't understand why water's moving, beware ! Shark incoming !
He picks up his shell and pincers to fend off the enemy, wow so brave !
Fierce is the battle but he wins, fishes flock together in celebration.
I can sense it move sideways, breaking the rules of a logical gait.
Each step is a trial and error, living as a shellfish you know that ocean's full of traps. The latest one is that fisherman, his name is Peter le pêcheur.
Beauty in disgust grruurrgllrrrguull
There's a way to taste a fellow crab, just stay nearby a human plate.
You fucking pigs don't know how to eat properly.
There's no need to spill blood everywhere, take a towel clean your face.
I hear the sound of remorse coming from that man.
He's attempt to break the pincer was a failure, now he's covered in blood and guts.
La plage, la plage
I the crab, am the mighty king of the underworld.
Now bow down before me or I'll just call security.
Crabe, crabe, crabe, crabe...
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