| Motherfucking cause! |
| Ah! |
| Represent! |
| FUCK that! |
| Who the FUCK is you, nigga? |
| X bastard, representing!
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| This is how we swing this shit
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| For the CMR
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| Bust it Zev loves to rock the venue then
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| See you never be you in fact glad I never been you
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| Scratched of the menu
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| I continue with the yellup so props might develop
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| From the duels no clues to head swellas
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| I dwell uptown
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| It’s like a jungle
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| I’m immune to the fever though
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| Whoopsy daisy never lazy so I heave-ho
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| Whippin shit like devo, whip it good (That thang!)
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| Whipping shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd slang
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| Listen to my guitar twang as I sang
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| A long flow and my songs blowin blowin
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| Blowin up like a granade serenade I’m into win bitch
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| Locked on the mic like vice-grips to the shwinn’s (of the)
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| feet seat pole from when I used to pop a wheely
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| You can get the props if you can top my illy silly wierd old pro rap style
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| Ran see ya clap while I’m the finger snap child, ritz will give me daps
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| (And now my nail file, thanks
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| I’ll bake it in a cake)
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| And I’mma send it upstate for all my niggaz makin wieght
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| You see I take none slack
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| Rhymes and track is mack
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| Zev Love X-Lax a brown man not a A black bastard I’m stringin 'em up stringin 'em up higher
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| Than the '86 Nikes on the wire
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| (Right outside my rest love)
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| I don’t suggest taste testing if you can’t digest and I «e:
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| «Zev with cess, God damn God blessed I wrote»
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| I tote Disks, Dats, Gatts and Bats
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| And vote no to canine, feline, rats and double drats
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| (I always hear 'em sayin)
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| Foiled again by that maniacal madman
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| He wraps like seran wrap can a leg of lamb
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| (So shit’s wrapped up)
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| X makes hits like a
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| (Pimp's hoes is smacked up)
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| All cracked up so constantly actin’up
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| Constipated monkeys got shit backed up Get it?
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| (Being said while K.M.D.is talking)
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| Black constipated monkey (3x)
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| Black constipated (9x)
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| Black constipited
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| So don’t sweat it We don’t play
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| (We don’t play that bullshit and catch a bullet)
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| And parlet, nigga
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| (Yo the Nigga tried to pull it on 'em)
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| (…Yeah on some shit)
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| What is you stupid make my voice deeper…
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| Aight next track
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| (Yo yo lay back into that next shit)
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| I need some mutherfuckin cess on my chest so I can
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| Run around like I had a bulllet proof vest on, uh Black, black
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| Constipated monkey, constipated monkey
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| Black constipated monkey, constipated monkey
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| Black constipated monkey, black constipated monkey, black constipated
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| monkey, constipated monkey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Constipated Monkey , by - MF DOOM. Song from the album Metal Fingers Presents: Special Herbs, The Box Set Vol. 0 - 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп