Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monkeypalooza , by - Eazy Mac. Release date: 08.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monkeypalooza |
| Yeah |
| Doing this til I’m infamous |
| I put my heart in it, working harder than immigrants |
| I have the vision, the image on every bit of it |
| They sick of me killing em like I’m living where the prison is (Bitch) |
| Splitting up all the dividends, the queen Elizabeth several digits into my |
| kids' cribs (Bitch) |
| Businesses been on businesses |
| It’s infinite, the difference for my consistent with physicists (Yahh) |
| Yeah, It’s limitless how I did it, they visited my exhibit |
| And listening by the minute |
| Shout out to the haters thy sneak dissing in hieroglyphics |
| I don’t do no favors keep wishing that I would finish (Yeah, Yah) |
| On a mission with no assistance (No) |
| I hire everybody, direct em and then dismiss em |
| So if they think positions were written within the rhythm of the b-b-b-beat |
| I can always hit em with the le-le-le-le |
| Please give me munchies on my dill weed |
| On the chips roll a sausage blunt |
| Yeah I still need oxygen |
| Coughing to my coffin tell em fill these boxes with |
| All my drugs, every morning, pills keep popping em (*Pop*) |
| Police like release these hostages |
| I say «no, they need to feed me compliments» |
| Always leave the TV on and then |
| Always on a little bit of T3 Klonapin |
| International smashing hoes at the fashion show |
| Different actresses asking if Mac can lick their vaginal |
| Got the adderal thick, you bitch this is how it go |
| Lay down on the mattress and eat my kids Mrs. cannibal (*Chomping*) |
| The voice of this generation, the poison’s the pen and pages |
| From Boise and then New Haven |
| I’m coining all the new phrases that knowing since I got famous |
| The boy isn’t behaving, he going crazy in Vegas |
| Yeah |
| My worst enemy is myself |
| My first memory get the right help |
| My third felony when the night fell |
| I burnt every bridge I don’t like down |
| I hunt everything in my life now |
| I slurp Hennessy til the lights out |
| Hope I turn 70 in a nice house (Yah) |
| Pipe down or Beverley in a night gown |
| Yeah |
| Chasing dreams got the best of me |
| Wasn’t meant to be in presidential suites |
| Haters keep on watching now they getting too depressed to eat |
| Thought they had the recipe and now they have to rest in peace |
| Fans are more impressed me |
| Tried to help my cousin, help promote em then he flex on me |
| Cause he thought he was the one and now he smoking extra weed |
| (extra, extra, extra weed, let the broken records speak) |
| Monkeypalooza this is that junkie confusion |
| Like punching a human and act like I had nothing to do with it |
| It’s funny it’s ludicrous |
| You dummies loving the stupidest garbage artists ever |
| Fucked the game, I’m coming |
| It smell like onion and tuna fish |
| Yelling yummy the food is here |
| Who is running at the waitress ok «Hi, is this dude here?» |
| Titties love autographs, it’s becoming a souvenir |
| Yeah |
| Made some money and disappear |