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fat monkey - cheffed lyrics

[intro: toopoor, ? & trooh hippi]
f-ck b-tches, get money
man, drop that sh-t for these f-ck-n-ggas
(trooh hippi)

[verse 1: fat monkey]
mad how i’m back at this again
i got my pad and my pen
anyone want some, get lenged
wanna talk sh-t, get skenged
you don’t know nothing, you a speng
sh-ll out for new phone, man don’t care
you wanna step up with me? man’s there
you won’t sleep ’cause i’m in your nightmare
take your shots back, ain’t that fun
you’ll be holding a knife, i’ll be holding the gun
wanna link up with me, calm
fake friends in my palm
i’m a lyricist, straight-through and better
you ain’t nothing but a pop boy-singer
hear my voice spit loud
you’ll hear it in a ten-man crowd
hope everyone hated me proud
repeating bars, that ain’t me
all these rappers want my time, it ain’t free
smash rocks so hard, call me rock lee
yeah, i ain’t the best
still better than you rest
come on, be my guest
come into the game hard
playing you mans’ like a yu-gi-oh! card
get shatt’ out like gl-ss
i’ll draw for any mans’ here
i got my motive plain clear
i’m like the dark knight here
you won’t hear me choke
my mic’s always woke
i’ll smoke any man here
come on, lemme take a toke
call me the young grand k!ller
i should be dead like i pulled the trigger
huh, mad (d-mn)

[interlude: fat monkey & nelson muntz]
see, i’m doing this in, what?
like, f-cking, one take, again
really shouldn’t
but i’m an idiot who can’t mix
(haw haw)
huh, let’s go

[verse 2: fat monkey]
you’ll be f-cked off
i got asthma but i don’t cough
my wins, your loss
you want that ice but you’ll get rolled like dice
you won’t see me ’cause you’re part of the three blind mice
you don’t want a knife in your chest
you’re really out there thinking that you’re the best
i’m running out of bars here
so i’ll freestyle here
lyrics better than your gear
public execution of any man
and wanna clash me, think you can
call me dirty dan
you’ll get far? punched far like dhaslim
after this, you’ll call me your street king
after this, it will be a public execution
i’ll lay it on your grave like crucifixion
you wanna get that bread?
you wanna end up dead?
you’re gonna end up with a chest of lead
i got shanked twice
don’t tell me i ain’t about that life
i’m doing this music thing ’cause i got time
i thought, “why not?” let me do grime
huh, mad, that’s only my second track
so, it’s gonna be a bit sh-t, but, you know?
what can you do?

[outro: cxltgod]
liam gangplank’s hot f-cking fire
xanplank 2018, baby

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