daniel monroe - monkey see, monkey don't lyrics
[intro]
hahaha
ayo, david
sh+t got boring out here
well, f+ck it!
let’s get it out
[hook]
monkey see, monkey don’t
just act all normal ’til the last nerve has broke
bad enough to the bone, then snap out of control
the yellow jacket, monroe, plays a big gamble, you know
monkey see, monkey don’t
tweedle dee, tweedle dum
if they wanna feel the rush, tweek will get it done
they wanna act all tough until they decide to front
bingo, motherf+cker, game over, i won
tweedle dee, tweedle dum
[verse]
from what i constructed, y’all are gonna see who is triple c
triple c+nt, he’s simple as he can be
l+st and greed is sinful enough to the decree
so blunt and pr+ckly that i don’t need a thimble to weave
you’re going against mt full of chiseled fe
it’s your first and last fight like ichihara’s divested streak
playing victim in this timely beating?
b+tch, shut the f+ck up before i give out the receipts
it doesn’t k!ll the boredom to end the hobby of carl lucian
he’s a living problem, not a part of a solution
triple c+cksucker will be ripped apart for being a nuisance
i’m so cold+blooded, i’ll harvest his blood for coolant
can’t bury the hatchet, it’s the lancaster like kerry mack, the actress
i can see you being an early geriatric
driving cadillacs, and jam+packed with cataracts
i’m spreading the disease like it’s anthrax
you can growl and bark all you want like a canis latrans
i practice extortion rackets like sicilian mafia black hands
your coffin is a trunk of a pontiac grand am
this is the actual true sh+t by the canibus man
while you wondered about your last girl with the spandex she had
purity will cleanse you in a catholic mass
i can go old school like humanist sans
what the f+ck are you even rhyming for? you got mad and then sad
you were twisted back then, and now you’re [?]
your dead end job gives out breaks you can’t catch
fix your hormonal imbalance with famicol caps
brat fries, yearly annual bashes
it’s like a poverty+stricken oprah show candy pass
working overnight at kroger with trashy sleep patterns
diabetes and fatigue
i guess life is short from your illiteracy of tobacco warning packs
look, cory feldman, you annoying ass goonie
your work life is quentin miller before the music scene
tried to find hymens while oozing cooties
like i said before, your life is a script of a movie
he can’t listen to songs longer than five minutes
i’m a student of hip+hop, i’m distinguished
his mom had b+tterfingers, he forgot what is bad
looking like the r+t+rded version of simon from yogscast
can’t establish eye contact
after 18 bars, he has gone mad
so that means a whole track will explode his blonde cap
and his wings clipped like jontron’s jacques
your level of stupidity is based off the chat
what would it take to make your mom feel glad?
everyone you know will fall to my wrath
your boss, your dad, even the royale addict who lost the match
dna, he cannot stay, save him before i pop this f+g
please tell him how hard it has been for me to try and drop the past
i’ve been around since camels were first domesticated
when it comes to d+ck+riding, you’re the most dedicated
sn+tch you up faster than planes grabbing canisters
i’m slaying ghosts and spirits like frank bannister
you wouldn’t believe the answers i found
megan and angela both turned you down
they dipped, you simped, no matter if you pulled out
you’re an assh0l+ to the core while stuffing cancer in your mouth
you should thank me for getting you to make your own track
i hope you don’t mind me making this a throwback
no wonder we made another chat without you complainin’
don’t believe me? just ask david
[hook]
monkey see, monkey don’t
just act all normal ’til the last nerve has broke
bad enough to the bone, then snap out of control
the yellow jacket, monroe, plays a big gamble, you know
monkey see, monkey don’t
tweedle dee, tweedle dum
if they wanna feel the rush, tweek will get it done
they wanna act all tough until they decide to front
bingo, motherf+cker, game over, i won
tweedle dee, tweedle dum
[outro]
you know, you better be lucky that i didn’t jump on twisted’s stream and diss you in front of your favorite rapper
i know your nerdy, groupie ass is pulling hair out your head
now, who’s the little kid? hahaha
also, let’s not forget one more thing
don’t bother getting a recording program or a mic
save up for a car
’cause i know your bummy ass don’t have one
bus driver kicking you out? bike riding through the rain?
i feel bad kinda, hahaha
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