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white noyes - k-o-n-g lyrics

[intro: white noyes]
now is it “diddy kong’s quest”
or is it “diddy’s kong quest”?
where, where, what is it?
it’s actually “diddy’s kong quest”
it’s a “kong quest.”

[verse 1: generic tha character]

two words, yo’ girl, one more, lockjaw
tight grip, up down, one hand, southpaw
she like, so i like, that’s right, vamanos
i’m done, i’m out, goodnight, adios!
a quick one, p-ss the mic so i can spit some
swagger juice drippin’, the haters keep on slippin’
skinny dippin’, cuz with my flow, there’s no close
it just goes and goes, crazy loco, it’s homegrown
blowin’ smoke, everyone that i’m up against is so-so
i’m sosa mixed wit barbosa sippin’ soko
hip-hop’s my private island, but where did the rum go?
beef with me? no-no – dikimbe matumbo
droppin’ love notes for all the cuties in the front row
generic’s who they come fo’, give ya boy a drum roll
white noyes, whattup bro? i conquered level one, yo
donkey kong wit diddy out the jungle, movin’ on like…

[verse 2: white noyes]

two words, dixie kong
pink hat, yellow thong
if we were all monkeys once
then no big deal, nothing’s wrong
home sick, all day
not for long, marathon
squawk’s shaft, h-rnet hole
in other words, let’s get it on
nitwits and misfits
follow me, closely
like didi pickles did lipschitz
(oh you on that 90s nick sh-t!)
puke singles, p-ss hits
predictions like a mystic
i’m twisted, get the gist?
dyslexic, s-d-stic
messages are cryptic
my next line, don’t miss it
i’m super…at sonic
detlef schrempf to rik smits
i’m sick wit, these verbal blows
they hurt worse, than slit wrists
you asking, who’s dope, my
five bros is, like cystic
i’m a rare breed, picture this
green eyed, albino
with high hopes on ice ropes
my crew and i, ride rhinos
nevermind though, brief side note
ain’t even in, my prime yo
you ain’t hot yo, you squat yo
(yo did they drop a tape?)
h-ll, if i know

[verse 3: generic tha character]

a veteran dismemberin’ everyone that i go against
loads of weapons on my shoulder
know that there is no defense
the rap warrior, i’ll rhyme for all of ya’ll’s euphoria
deeper than the mines of moria, no time for warnin’ ya
the complete package, on point like steve francis
see me ballin’ all over mv’s campus
elite status, compared to me, you’ll seem average
at suny it, takin’ over this league, f-ggots

[verse 4: white noyes]

now i ain’t a black dude
but i will attack you like shaq fu
with a better accuracy than when shaq shoots
i’m back to, slap you so hard
you’d think that fat bruise, was a tattoo
hold your head against the speakers and
force you to hear my rap tune
generic with that sick p-ss
quick toss me that alley oop
i’ve graduated from ramen noodles
to microwaveable campbell’s soup
with an att-tude that worse
than an entire band of troops
been busy setting more b00by traps
than crash bandicoot
oops, sorry dude!

[verse 5: generic tha character]

rappin’ like an animal, i’ve come to stamp ya crew
hear the track and people think
that someone’s lettin’ rambi through
if you don’t understand me, dude
i guess i’m not a fan of you
i keep my style so fresh and clean like danny tanner do
stephanie could get it in the older seasons
vcr tapin’ every episode that she’s in
spit a verse, she’ll bring her friends
back to my home this evenin’
that’s what i call a full house
i bet that no one’s leavin’

[verse 6: white noyes]

i’m outspoken
so when i say “just kidding”
i’m usually not joking, broken
i’m high on life floating, hoping
you like this plastic pistol that i’m toting?
super soaker xp
i’ll leave your body soaking, i’m dope and
they call me little rascal
sorry mario but, i got your princess in my castle
trying to avoid these gumbas
but you know it’s just a h-ssle
that’s no man-purse
that’s a satchel, for my cash flow
i’m natural…

- white noyes lyrics

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