Jungle (feat. Soup & TheDooo)
"And you are positive that man and ape cannot be related?
As sure as I am that Jesus hates hip hop!"
Yeah
"You wanna get high?"
I'm already high, bitch
Ugh, I just got this feelin' in my fuckin' nuts
I just wanna OOO-OOO-OOO OOOH!
You know what I'm saying? I just ooh (ohh)
Yeah, lil bitch, it's motherfuckin' Monkey Man
Got a big banana, I'm a motherfuckin' ladies man
Blowin' up this track like I'm in Afghanistan
Yeah, and I ain't done yet
Bust on yo bitch, and hit her with a frying pan
Making it rain, baby, like I'm the fuckin'... weather man
Gaga-googoo bitch, I'm the boss baby
Daddy Daycare muhfucker, I'm my own nanny
Shittin on you bitches, I be overflowin'
Potty mouth muhfucker, I ain't easygoin'
Red solo cup, sippin' mommy milkies
Mommy make-out day and I got yo mommy with me
Got that sloppy toppy, gave that bitch a bib
Whole gang wearing Huggies, pull up on yo crib
Investin in the pussy, call me Mark Cuban
Celiac disease, I don't fuck with gluten
Goin' in raw, it's a Monday night
Fuck segregation, it's black and white
Soulja Boy on the track, I already told 'em
She grab my dick in Dallas, call it a Texas Hold'Em
Yo girl's Patreon, every month, yeah, I'm pledgin'
Bank account lookin' like Raid Shadow Legends
"Guys, guys, guess what, listen!
I just, I'm drinking the winning Danimals!
I get to see Zack and Cody!
Not only Zack, but Cody too!"
With a bitch, that look like a fish
Make a Make-a-Wish, I don't care, I'm 'bout to swish
Up in Bass Pro Shop break her walls, fuck a door stop
Tryna clear the air, when I saw her at a truck stop, damn
"Banana bread," I'm like, "where?"
Mmm, but I'm so fucking hungry!
You don't wanna bug me, but this a free country
'Bout to go monkey, thank you, Sir Humphry
They call me virgin, but I've been impostor
'Cause I vented into yo grandma's room
And drowned that hag, with my coom
And yo Grandad, he's so clingy, after we bone
I had to go to a bank, just to get a-loan
While you're simpin' in twitch chat, all nekked and lonely
I'll have your mom speechless, like we're on emote-only
To see these are lies, you don't need a brain surgeon
'Cause I am most definitely... still a virgin
Got no bitches, I got bumble
Welcome to the jungle, but yet we still fumble
Dreamin' of titty I can suck
We need that shit quick, like it's leakin, like god damn Zuck
Pussy too tight, like tummy tuck
But all the homies and Monkey Man come and run it up
And at a point, you gotta say that's enough
When's enough, when you gotta get buff?
"Hello there Sir Humphry Davy
I've ser-I've served you a platter of bananas
Along with your monkey pet over there" (Yeah)
"Is there anything else you would like, good sir?"
OOO-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!
Spittin, lickin', suckin', fuckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls
Suckin, lickin', fuckin', suckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls
Use my banana, to answer all yo phone calls
Then stick it in yo mouth, and lick on my monkey
Ba-ba-ba-balls, bitch!
She got fake hair, that bitch has a perm!
Heh, a fuckin' perm, bitch? Ha!
Perm on that hoe shit bitch on dat fuck ass hoe and a fuckin
As sure as I am that Jesus hates hip hop!"
Yeah
"You wanna get high?"
I'm already high, bitch
Ugh, I just got this feelin' in my fuckin' nuts
I just wanna OOO-OOO-OOO OOOH!
You know what I'm saying? I just ooh (ohh)
Yeah, lil bitch, it's motherfuckin' Monkey Man
Got a big banana, I'm a motherfuckin' ladies man
Blowin' up this track like I'm in Afghanistan
Yeah, and I ain't done yet
Bust on yo bitch, and hit her with a frying pan
Making it rain, baby, like I'm the fuckin'... weather man
Gaga-googoo bitch, I'm the boss baby
Daddy Daycare muhfucker, I'm my own nanny
Shittin on you bitches, I be overflowin'
Potty mouth muhfucker, I ain't easygoin'
Red solo cup, sippin' mommy milkies
Mommy make-out day and I got yo mommy with me
Got that sloppy toppy, gave that bitch a bib
Whole gang wearing Huggies, pull up on yo crib
Investin in the pussy, call me Mark Cuban
Celiac disease, I don't fuck with gluten
Goin' in raw, it's a Monday night
Fuck segregation, it's black and white
Soulja Boy on the track, I already told 'em
She grab my dick in Dallas, call it a Texas Hold'Em
Yo girl's Patreon, every month, yeah, I'm pledgin'
Bank account lookin' like Raid Shadow Legends
"Guys, guys, guess what, listen!
I just, I'm drinking the winning Danimals!
I get to see Zack and Cody!
Not only Zack, but Cody too!"
With a bitch, that look like a fish
Make a Make-a-Wish, I don't care, I'm 'bout to swish
Up in Bass Pro Shop break her walls, fuck a door stop
Tryna clear the air, when I saw her at a truck stop, damn
"Banana bread," I'm like, "where?"
Mmm, but I'm so fucking hungry!
You don't wanna bug me, but this a free country
'Bout to go monkey, thank you, Sir Humphry
They call me virgin, but I've been impostor
'Cause I vented into yo grandma's room
And drowned that hag, with my coom
And yo Grandad, he's so clingy, after we bone
I had to go to a bank, just to get a-loan
While you're simpin' in twitch chat, all nekked and lonely
I'll have your mom speechless, like we're on emote-only
To see these are lies, you don't need a brain surgeon
'Cause I am most definitely... still a virgin
Got no bitches, I got bumble
Welcome to the jungle, but yet we still fumble
Dreamin' of titty I can suck
We need that shit quick, like it's leakin, like god damn Zuck
Pussy too tight, like tummy tuck
But all the homies and Monkey Man come and run it up
And at a point, you gotta say that's enough
When's enough, when you gotta get buff?
"Hello there Sir Humphry Davy
I've ser-I've served you a platter of bananas
Along with your monkey pet over there" (Yeah)
"Is there anything else you would like, good sir?"
OOO-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!
Spittin, lickin', suckin', fuckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls
Suckin, lickin', fuckin', suckin' on my fuckin' monkey balls
Use my banana, to answer all yo phone calls
Then stick it in yo mouth, and lick on my monkey
Ba-ba-ba-balls, bitch!
She got fake hair, that bitch has a perm!
Heh, a fuckin' perm, bitch? Ha!
Perm on that hoe shit bitch on dat fuck ass hoe and a fuckin
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Writer(s): 0, Maxim Kondratenko
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