Bad Monkey

[Verse 1:ForestPunk] If pictures tell a thousand words then this is a speaker gallery Where the attention you pay is a meager salary Little kiddy’s pissed cuz he’s different, made him wiser So people sleep on him like his spit was tranquilizer The kids a crazed macguyver, he can stitch a phrase with wires And spit the blazin fire that can make the stage a timer Until he blows up and becomes the greatest rhymer Dynamite in the flesh I suggest you take his lighter Plus he’s getting flak for rappin' witty Because he lacks a half a milli and a fucken' track with diddy About cash, ass and titties so hes feeling trapped in cities Rappin for every asker and half these naggers picky..pssh Im just chillin on this green planet player Bugged out on trees like a leafed mantis prayer Drawin on some bleached Sanskrit paper Bump this in your car tunes, beat animator CHORUS Monkey see and Monkey do What he wants with the world that’s in his hands And he walks like a badass Ands he’s about to put the globe in his backpack x2 [Verse 2:ForestPunk] This is hell where the devils get cold Streets made of sulphur and ghetto brimstone A fellowship of rebels hit the yellow brick road Rip the heart from the oil mans metal tin bones But shit you niggas probably never get close So I'm lazy like a river with this effortless flow Coming from underground where the sediments shown The pressure on the seeds make em never get grown I don’t give a fuck like a celibate ho' Cuz' everybody’s a pessimist yo' on some bitchy shit Idiots They just simians with heat rays History has given us the lineage of D Day Fee payed by the cityslicker cheapskates Where them piggy’s whisper “get that shitty nigger keep aim” Trickyness and street fame Ill spit a friggin' flood till the mermaids skinnydip in sea waves CHORUS Monkey Face is the style that I choose, nigga You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes x3 Monkey face is the style that I choose And you couldn’t walk a mile, couldn’t even smile