Monkey Fang
Got a few beats stick em together mate
Make a song and name it whatever mate
Not much thought yeah I'm super clever mate
Write it down exotic feather mate
So ask me if I breathe I'm like nah never mate
Prove ma point while I suffocate
Not much to say so bring up the weather mate
Tap dancing on a land mine till we detonate
Now the lizard people hiss at me
Different dimension different energies
Eye to eye or on your knees
Or on the beach laughing in the breeze
Teach em a lesson keep em guessing
Act like a twat when you call it flexing
Get cat fished when you call it sexting
Wanna feel the vibe but it gets depressing
What time without a few cogs
What loyalty without a few dogs
Whats the mission when there was no jobs
Was gonna speak up but all I did was nod
So replace the spit on lips with foam
Replace my thoughts with a metronome
Coz i'm spastic on the beat elastic at the knees
(God this urrack is so fucking cheap)
Used to mechanic twist up spanner
Now i'm Braga just twist up a banger
With a bit of jibba jabba gift of the gabba
Spice up the beat while i sip on my mazza
Coz I make a tune that bang with funky twang
Hiss ma slang through ma monkey fangs
I make a tune that bang with a funky fang
Moneky fang bang bang
(Thank god for urrack)
We got the urrack I sip slice
Squeeze out the lemon while I get the ice
I'm make a beat slap he says the lines
Twist off the cap while I write the rhymes
We got the urrack I sip the slice
Little bit tight so we say it twice
I mix a the beat right he mix the sprite
(Chill boy it'll be alright)
Braga juice if you need the sweet
Dick head but a treat to meet
Wanna play fair But they think I cheat
I got the bix when i eat ma wheat
Like a rain forest resource i just deplete
Mother nature strips she cant take the heat
Yeah hope for a flood so i dive in the deep
(Bebdo gelo when i take a leap)
Use those lips and lick ma feet
Jiggly hips and i hit repeat
Yeah nipple slips and i take a peep
(It's okay dude we know your a creep)
Expensive taste but ma thrills a cheap
Just go crazy don't be discreet
Yeah shit on the bed wave around the sheet
Do what you want til you feel complete
Do what you want til you feel complete
Make a song and name it whatever mate
Not much thought yeah I'm super clever mate
Write it down exotic feather mate
So ask me if I breathe I'm like nah never mate
Prove ma point while I suffocate
Not much to say so bring up the weather mate
Tap dancing on a land mine till we detonate
Now the lizard people hiss at me
Different dimension different energies
Eye to eye or on your knees
Or on the beach laughing in the breeze
Teach em a lesson keep em guessing
Act like a twat when you call it flexing
Get cat fished when you call it sexting
Wanna feel the vibe but it gets depressing
What time without a few cogs
What loyalty without a few dogs
Whats the mission when there was no jobs
Was gonna speak up but all I did was nod
So replace the spit on lips with foam
Replace my thoughts with a metronome
Coz i'm spastic on the beat elastic at the knees
(God this urrack is so fucking cheap)
Used to mechanic twist up spanner
Now i'm Braga just twist up a banger
With a bit of jibba jabba gift of the gabba
Spice up the beat while i sip on my mazza
Coz I make a tune that bang with funky twang
Hiss ma slang through ma monkey fangs
I make a tune that bang with a funky fang
Moneky fang bang bang
(Thank god for urrack)
We got the urrack I sip slice
Squeeze out the lemon while I get the ice
I'm make a beat slap he says the lines
Twist off the cap while I write the rhymes
We got the urrack I sip the slice
Little bit tight so we say it twice
I mix a the beat right he mix the sprite
(Chill boy it'll be alright)
Braga juice if you need the sweet
Dick head but a treat to meet
Wanna play fair But they think I cheat
I got the bix when i eat ma wheat
Like a rain forest resource i just deplete
Mother nature strips she cant take the heat
Yeah hope for a flood so i dive in the deep
(Bebdo gelo when i take a leap)
Use those lips and lick ma feet
Jiggly hips and i hit repeat
Yeah nipple slips and i take a peep
(It's okay dude we know your a creep)
Expensive taste but ma thrills a cheap
Just go crazy don't be discreet
Yeah shit on the bed wave around the sheet
Do what you want til you feel complete
Do what you want til you feel complete
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Writer(s): J Philbin
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