Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monkey Suite , by - Madvillain. Release date: 02.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monkey Suite |
| Villain hold a mic like he’s mean and his tummy hurt |
| In a clean pair, ripped jeans and a bummy shirt |
| Wonderin' would you clap your hands if he was friendly? |
| Dapper Dan dipped and pretend to be Fendi and gold sellin' |
| No tellin', slap a fan hand down, tell 'em «no yellin'» |
| DOOM, all capitals, no trick spellin' |
| Got what it take to get it through your thick melon |
| (Woopwoosh) Fresh witty city skits |
| When he get wreck, pretty emcees catch titty fits |
| Told them call the cops, just don’t hold your breath for the ball to drop |
| Better yet, hold on to your halter top |
| Kept reppin', steppin' in hotta |
| Ignoring pigs like Bigs Top Shotta |
| Survivor of a live crew, not out to jive you |
| It stings when he laugh when he at the bank drive-thru |
| Wylin', get me every red penny |
| Sold a lonely only child an imaginary enemy |
| When he sees the mask and the microphone gizmo |
| He’s the broke host, this is like his own quiz show |
| This go out to all my brothers doin' long bids and sisters |
| Who got brothers bein' fathers to the wrong kids |
| Stay strong and ride like the funky flute |
| Won’t find the Villain in the street inside no monkey suit |
| Or either at the bar in no gorilly bra |
| Nor raceway park scoring on no silly car |
| Ask the stranger he knows who you really are |
| Behind the mask face stay dark, no boring willy star |
| Gleaming, dreaming, screaming- he’ll be off the heezy soon |
| Cunning live rats drive at your steaming greasy spoon |
| In participating places tip your waitresses |
| A sure fire way to wire, trip the matrices |
| Skip ya laces, all black tennis miniature |
| Ball stack, gall tall pack, Guinness minister |
| Tussle the hustle, cut your dank with dirt |
| Won’t be in the club in a muscle tank shirt |
| You could find 'em in the pub with the grub stain |
| Chuggin' on a small tub of pain to his bugged brain |
| Sane, some say he plum crazy |
| Amazed at how he still get paid but dumb lazy |
| That’s for him to know and for you to guess |
| Won’t be caught in a suit vest at no computer desk |
| A suede front, maybe may stunt khaki dig |
| Not in no braids or no lace-front yaki wig |