Lyrics:
of the knights
went their separate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark
forest of Ewing, accompanied by his favorite minstrels.
MINSTREL (singing):
As I walked outside I could see his face,
A big boy monkey with poise and grace
He picks me up by my muscular shoulders
Took a bite of my arm like I
back
If she had had big eyes for a bigot as I
See it, man is a product of his conditioning
And the social forces which mold his
Morality and conduct -
the jungle and hang by his toes
Till they took him to russia cause they could I suppose
They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow
Shot him off
what the monkey'd say
So, with the courage of a clown, or a cur
Or a kite, jerking tight at its tether
In her dung-brown gown of fur
And her jerkin
kick me where it counts
I'm his pony, his spaceship
His pirate ship at sea
Oh look what that little man has made of me
Yes I'll be a monkey's uncle
I'll
somethin' or rattle my name off
Or rattle the first thing from the top of his brain off
So I can blow the fuckin' dust off of this chainsaw
And give him
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
spencer and get "denace the menace"
What this meant is I'll dent his head in
And set him up next to his dead friend, so yes man
I'm guessing that you can
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
bitch
Ya, this Young Khalifa man
Mr blow it by the iddo, yup
And I've been state to state man
From here to there
Smoke the best of the best, you know?
So
There's a strange rumor that can't be true
They say man was descended from our noble race
But the very idea is a big disgrace
No monkey ever deserted his
man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey ass is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I
Im looking for unbelief
I came from The Chief
Deputy
Known as Christ, The Meek
I 'gotta
End his ways
Cause he fights the sheep
horrible forest
For a little lass snatched from Kansas
Snatched by tornado came forward
Poured a little drop of oil on his joints
She heard his voice time
at you, my knife cut your skin
I'll get at you, blow shots at you man
I'll get at you, Tupac don't pretend
I'll get at you, I'll put that to an end
as it is
A man is lying on the street
Some punk's chopped off his head
And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead
Turns out he's dead
All
these lures had been placed there by Shadowcast,
hoping to avoid confrontation between this dominant
man and his own villainous forces. Eriel
ain't no making up
The end of caking up
I was blinded by your charm
I guess I'm waking up
And these days, I don't know what I can make of us
I'm, heavily
Ya'll better make room!
When I enter the club to this tune
Moving like a baboon
On key with the beats, monkeys see, monkey do
Oh please let me flee
kroum, the soul of the seed, the son of a monkey protect my eyes
Let Ksham form of seed, the Lord who put an end to sorrow of Sita protect my ears
Let
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
should die today but I'ma try tomorrow (try tomorrow)
I always end a threat that's followed by the flowers
I just got a phone call, that boy Bo Diddley
.jpg/300px-The_Blow_Monkeys_(Press_Pic_-_2020).jpg "The Blow Monkeys")
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