Monkey - Kool Keith, Willie B Baller, Kiddric James

It’s time to spit on shit, a lot of dudes faking like they don’t rap

They secret rap like a sneaky-type push broad

Behind your back, from your corner by myself, my hands spread like Novac

Perimeter working like you feel like your left knee ain’t working

Scoop off the pain inside, you faint inside

I’m not looking for an injury collide

Just Allstate to cover the mischievous

Two hand, guess where the green ball at

We know that, we mean all that, you all brat

Your girl said my dick is a phone

She hang up and call back, ask gorilla-face Laface

I’m judging X-Fac's, whether you like it or not

If you slim, why your bitch trying to rock a girdle strap

Monkey sun, monkey runs

Monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey, monkey

Monkey clap, monkey clap

What’s your name, fool K-i-d r-i c-c J-a m-e s, yes, I’m so fresh

Watch me diminish this lyrical nemesis, since I was playing Sega Genesis

Ciroc mixed with Tropicana Twist

I got killers who train gorillas with banana clips

Smoke your ass like cannabis, with the tool I keep

But I sit back, relax, keep it cool like Keith

See, I’m climbing to the top like I was King Kong

She on my ding-dong, because my thing long

My pinky finger is the one I keep my ring on

Mack when I talk, when I walk, they play my theme song

I’m from Houston, Texas, the state where the horses and the cattle at

Country rap tunes, fuck a battle rap

Leather seats and candy-painted Cadillac

Now, motherfucker, can you handle that

Shots before I come back, this ain’t no monkey clap

Donkey Kong, I need that

Bun fun, bun tie, bend her back

Put the lighter in my strap, cock it back

Pussy, bust a monkey claps, they caught up in my bear trap

Once I’m squeezed, I pulled a mustang out the hat

Her kid ain’t home, if he was, we’ll still be alone

Daddy say, daddy do, mommy ooh

She got a fattie too, the monkey clap, what it do

Ass up on her stomach is the best moves

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir

I ain’t on no monkey bars, we sweating once we dry, it’s the aqua

Medusa and claps, yeah the door not ignored

That coke ki', not a hurricane, got me on

After the party is the speakeas', hit ménage à huit

6 chicks, me and Kool Keith

Monkey clap