way Or like denim and leather are you faded and frayed? Institute lackies with hot bourbon breath White coats and needles Johnny like to scare you to death
the town. Parked the Harley and hopped in the truck, Smelling good, and looking like 10 million bucks. Blue Yankee hat on, Red monkey pants on, Fresh to death
fuck around.you show your face and ill look the other way.you blink your eyes and youve got no friends to play.pick up the slack,no.i wont carry your monkey
is this how it's gonna be? Tell me, who's the enemy? Monkey on my back keeps me so desperatly How you got me on my knees This will be the death to me
quite foul I get revenge you like how eye for and eye a bullet burn below your eye brow I hear the drummer drumming he told me that death is coming death
as you suck the glass pipe Your soul is cast into a Hellish hole And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your disease The Monkey's on your back got
Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age comes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak? Learn
Death becomes clearer through bloodshot eyes As a death from old age becomes nearer Why can't the livestock be free When trading soldiers for steak?
the wrongs, Kid but, now the silly songs and electrical concerts, Though leave a lupa ill drop 16 bombs on it, Life and death they roll in Siamese twins
night shift Support dis We build dis Put up wid all yuh slackness Yuh shoulda never break mi heart ?Cause yuh promise me til death do us part Monkey see Monkey do, monkey
satisfaction Pervade your ultraharmonic with the back of your whole mediocre faction Sonic boom head zoom contact off antaxion Elbowed with a vacumn pure death
camera lens is behind the shoelace Get more upskirts than women [Incomprehensible] for your face I'm fresh out the box like newborns The chicken played with my monkey
it ever stop, ever stop? I keep trying This will be the death to me This will be the death to me I'm the Queen of Apologies This will be the death to
my seed, May I lead you into no breed of evil In the categories and stories I breed my sequel You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey
know what I'm sick with Lyrical tuberculosis, cocaine overdoses Blood comin' out your noses that's when death approaches March to my death smiling, laugh
what kind of fancy clothes you put on, you will never be them. They're always gonna look at you as nothing but a little monkey. I'd rather be proud of
be no breath, but you will smell it, there'll be no death, but you will die it there'll be no breath, but you will smell it there'll be no death, but
table they diverse [Bridge] Yea its a struggle man but we taking it one bullet at a time but its kind of hard to get that monkey off your back while that monkey