The Looniest Monk Lyrics

Like a fart talking shit behind my back

You ain't shit motherfucker, like I said, Jehosophat

You a wannbe Wiz Khalifa that's high on trees

Hit it like Sonny Bono

Haters be wierdos that like to dick tease

Leave you down on your knees like the Motown sound

While I'm just like, bitch please

Punks, they won't get down

While I'm blowing clouds

Smoked more meth than Tical

You a player hater, just call me a pussy hound

I taught I taught a puddy tat; give her the wooden crown

On her headboard, call me the undertaker

Kill the pussy two minutes or less as I masturbate her

Or your mattress is free

Just hope your mom, leave the plastic on, when I take her and I sate her

Whet her pussy through her appetite,

China Ivory White

Like Keenan Ivory Wayans or Lowes I do it right

For a lower price,

Unless she want it all night

You want to talk shit?

Little bitch it's on

I remain undefeated on my feet with my clothes on

Never masturbate again like Toni Braxton

Indignation of the nation like Jesse Jackson out for some action

I'm the main attraction

While all the rest of them bums is nothing but distractions

You couldn't see me

Like Hulk Hogan couldn't hear you in the 80s

And ain't no if, ands, or maybes

The dick ain't free, even though I may tease

Skeezers and wierdos wish they was a little way salty

Shut the fuck up, bitches just want to assault me

The nerve of these nerds

Carbon copies, of my rhymes; even though your dick size be paltry

Ninja rhyme style tactics, you got that kid?

Something like that, cuz I'm Asian and crazy

Yeah with some practice,

Fill your face with prophlayptics and proactive

I dunno, why I gotta find something that rhymes with "black dick"

While I be getting Jewed by the ADL

You be asking if there's anything you can do, to help

Flipping burgers is more like it Farmer Boys you peasant bitch, oh well

Spit at the sky, and it fall in your face

You be following me around while I'm like, "I wouldn't spit at you in hell!"

Giraffe pussy, you beneath me

Take another puff and take it off easily

Bitches, where the sun don't shine, all them sleazies

Sleeping over in my T-shirt, like your hood rat daughter trying to get her fucking GED

Oh, and it cost $80 each