Madvillain - Monkey Suit lyrics
[Madvillain - Monkey Suit lyrics]
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 skit's
When he get wreck
Pretty emcees catch titty fit's
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
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 skit's
When he get wreck
Pretty emcees catch titty fit's
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