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Lyrics
(Beat gets darker, 808s hit harder)
Verse 3:
Extended clip, I ain't talkin' 'bout a magazine
I'm talkin' mounds stacked like a protein regime
Bartender baboon, fists full of funk
Turn these primates into punk junk
David on his knees, scrubbin' the bark
This ain't Central Park, this is shit central, dark
Alex cryin', Marissa wheezin'
Both of 'em leakin', both of 'em freezin'
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Chorus:
Baboon on the prowl, don't give a damn
Throwin' hot shit like a pressure can
Marissa ducked, Alex ate the mess
Two monkey one cup, David clean the rest
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Verse 4:
Extended I, extended T, extended disrespect
Baboon bartender gotta collect the check
You owe me for lookin' ugly in my presence
Pay up in feces, that's the only lesson
Third mound loaded, fourth mound cocked
David hidin' behind a half-rotted rock
Too late, buddy, you part of the team
Now you smell like a baboon's dream
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Bridge:
HOOOOO-WAH! (Splat!)
That's the sound of justice servin'
HOOOOO-WAH! (Splat!)
Both you monkeys get what you deservein'
David cryin', "Why I gotta mop?"
Baboon bartender say, "Bitch, don't make me drop—"
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Chorus:
Another mound on the prowl, don't give a damn
Throwin' hot shit like a pressure can
Marissa ducked, Alex ate the mess
Two monkey one cup, David clean the rest
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Outro:
(Spoken, low growl)
Extended.
Extended I.
Extended T.
Extended disrespect.
Now who want next?
Eeee.
Awwwzwwee.
(Splat sound, silence)
Details
GeneratedFeb 12, 2026
Duration2:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, rock, metal, alternative rock slow double bass kick with some mixture of Jamaican and reggae
Credits
Prompt byPsychedelicWizard413
ModelAria v5
