Lyrics:
on her knees
My tranquil life came to an end
The government came they were not my friend
They threw me into a truck
Man oh man I was shit out of luck
Next
and yours, day of the dead
Play the ledge closely train the barrel
Of monkeys to aim at
The lowest bogey, dope, the gonzo
Have always felt choked socially
that pressure
Cuz there's no such thing in life as a bother
Don't let that son of yours end up like you did
Grew to a man but was never well rooted
motherfuckin' main man's dead
That was my heart
My motherfuckin' man 'till the end
Yo, I said "Hans
You know the deal just chill"
When you get my page, meet me
never see em wet
You sound like Chuck Rock, with a little bit of DMX
Now I'ma end this by sayin Regime Life and 56 Vil
Said Tech rappin on that niggas
His palms are sweaty
Knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm
from the pain, bit by bit, I like the taste
Mutilate his flesh, death is sweet, my eternal bliss
Welcome to the halls of horror
The past is never
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
Hold on bro I got his ass
Tag a monkey by his toe (Bow)
If he caught up in a crowd
I'm like any many miny mo (come here)
All my shooters see is green
the grease
Drove his wheels through guarantee
Walked about with a monkey on his back
Torn pages of a coward's almanac
He got stuck between why - z
First
wielded by his hand and only to his purpose
A man's misguided judgments and his lamentations are worthless
Take away the pain and use me for a plan that's
what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
[Chorus]
[Geechie Suede]
My huggy bear connect, connect
Me cautious, I enter
and busted up the door
You're flat on the floor. Flat on the floor.
Cancer might become what gets you in the end
Or the end may pass you by, taken for
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
it?
I know a farmer who looks after the farm
With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
I know a fireman who looks after the fire
You,
of the greats
Somebody called in the silverback,
They fucked by the movement, Matilda raps
Bitch I don't hang with monkey bidness
Crushing skully's and I dump
Excuse me excuse me
I be the poetry man that was sent here by the WWBCC fanclub
You called the number 1 900 GET DA BOOT and you asked
lose that fight
Didn't you learn
Be happy you talk shit right
This monkey lost his crown
He's losing all his might
It's alright
A floor night
Sleeping in
the blow out his blowhole and go slow; there’s no need for speed when you want to succeed as much as you want to breathe
What a relief
I hope the feeling
Nigga please come outside
Nigga please come outside
Shot my brother in front of his girl friend
Shot my cousin fresh off bail
I'ma make sure your world
pack off- (woi, woi)
Just circled the whole of- man for his next stop (baow)
Let me see- on the-, back my shaver, I'ma cut that deadlock
Life taker, I
now sonny cheeba volume one
Catch the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
Callin'
the mighty bullion cat, comin' out the door, what what
Arby's over top, mop 'em up, juke his monkey ass
Chorus
[Geechie Suede]
My huggy bear connect,
.jpg/300px-The_Blow_Monkeys_(Press_Pic_-_2020).jpg "The Blow Monkeys")
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