Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warning, artist - Monsta Island Czars
Date of issue: 31.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Warning |
Watch |
Kong Khan Chaka spit slugs at your knocker |
Weed thugs piss blood, bleed vodka, shit full clips |
Fuck your bullshit—why tell? |
One night |
So hot, for real, thought skies fell. |
Found |
One nation under Kong in a physical critical miracle |
Something pitiful, finger-fucking syllable, umbi- |
-lical tore, tie your physical, trivial killer |
Robinson Smokey, takes more than a Miracle |
To get to Al Pacino casino, tapping Cheetos cheese |
Cheadle’s cappuccino, seeds are diesel, Eagle lethal, my people |
The Monstas pass the bottle, I swallow |
A goggle. |
Watch Kongcrete water your role model—follow |
The intro ‘cause niggas like didactyl, so how much is that |
Gorilla in the windowsill in endo? |
Out though, I’m |
About dough. |
When we flip, your trees lit, focused on how |
Cheese dip, E’s clipped ‘til the eclipse, back- |
-and-forth, seasick—pan that shit pronto. |
Two-piece |
Combo. |
Kong’ll snatch banana clips, ran with it |
Your whole stash minus slow. |
Message from Slash: |
But duck Kong warning |
Niggas is |
Warned to fear Kong. |
Last don walked in, Kong |
This ain’t Kong to start to walk on. |
«Where's Kong?» |
There’s Kong. |
Anywhere Kong gone, it’s |
Near when you hear W-slash-K-slash-dot-com |
Fear Kong. |
The last don walked in, Kong |
This ain’t Kong to start to walk on. |
«Where's Kong?» |
There’s Kong. |
Anywhere Kong gone, it’s |
Near when you hear W-slash-K-slash-dot-com |
Call your psychiatricopathic, exact it. |
For fact |
The tactic’ll leave stains of blood on mattress in patches |
But half backwards and forward, conceited, twisted |
Burning this biscuit, alcohol turnips to weed, twist it |
Bitches with biscuits—check the statistic. |
Critics say |
You’re lifted ‘til you hear the critics. |
The difference: our crews is |
Foul like Alcohol Anonymous, tonic ironic, chronic |
Panasonic not I |
Who won five-point cypher juice ‘til I |
Be aiming at your roof, trying to dodge a bulletproof at you |
Kong blast TEC shit capital. |
Actual |
Fact factual, blasting crews, casual Kong tour |
On the right as you’re double- |
-crossed, leave your stupid ass cross-eyed and figuring |
and figuring we drink |
Ginger, Sprite, root beer. |
Warning: |
Niggas is |
Warned to fear Kong. |
Last don walked in, Kong |
This ain’t Kong to start to walk on. |
«Where's Kong?» |
There’s Kong. |
Anywhere Kong gone, it’s |
Near when you hear W-slash-K-slash-dot-com |
Fear Kong. |
The last don walked in, Kong |
This ain’t Kong to start to walk on. |
«Where's Kong?» |
There’s Kong. |
Anywhere Kong gone, it’s |
Near when you hear W-slash-K-slash-dot-com |
Fear Kong. |
The last don walked in, Kong |
This ain’t Kong to start to walk on. |
«Where's Kong?» |
There’s Kong. |
Anywhere Kong gone, it’s |
Near |
Kong is near |
Kong is near |