General Monks - Standing Ovation lyrics

rate me

Killer calligraphy, musical misery

My delivery's polygamy fucking 'em all literally

Don't get it twist fist clutching that big shit

Monkey flip bananas for a hit of that swiss miss dolly parton

Money market mark of the beast barkin' keep talking

We put your people in the coffins dig

Dangerous dark general monks march

And put a foot in your chart

When the pump spark

You a punk mark whatever bitch… catch a fade

Get a jump start jump ship you running late

You a dollar short sharpen your tools

Pay homage what the science like knowledge the jewels

You see the crescent half moon gorilla monsoon hit your section

Like it was tatted by cartoon,

The most deadly, chef'n up the hood medly

In that ESBE hoodie you see my chain heavy

G Shit bitch bitch we the shit and you not period, so

No need to look all surprised and mysterious yo

My killer clan from Cee Aye to Japan guaranteed to stimulate you

and your pineal gland You don't stop, this is hip hop baby

Roll something, sip something while it's jumping watch the gods go crazy

I let a hundred stacks scratch your face

Papi Mason cake hustling, the opposite of Pastor Mase

I'm for the re-up, pump yourself up to get beat up

Dessert eagles'll cook you like some honey roasted peanuts

Cause most of you all niggers is sweet

Fuck rap I'll approach in a flash with the heat on the street

And we can shoot it out clip for clip

Fuck with this dangerousness so we can see who's really the shit

it be the arm, leg, leg, arm head

Infrared on the teck, itching to have it out with the feds

I'm a rebel to you devils

My third eye is infinite sight

As far as rap my profile is on another level

Fuck yeah, we bang out empty the whole fucking clip

Leave no witnesses for the hang out

Machine gun funk who wanna dump

We got back up guns give you the standing ovation, now here is the encore. <br />

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to Dee C for correcting these lyrics