Grokt

(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)