Wet Ass Monkey

Banana clips spill, jungle gets funky,

Swingin' through the vines, that's a wet ass monkey.

Tailspin moves, leave the ops lookin' clunky,

Peel back layers, see the real get chunky.

Chest thump louder than a speaker on max,

Coconuts crack, leave a trail of tracks.

From the treetops, drop, gorilla with facts,

Flingin' dirt at the snakes, no time to relax.

From the top, that’s a wet ass monkey,

Fur drippin’ slick, keep it raw, not junky.

Climbin' through the chaos, the vibes stay spunky,

King of the jungle, yeah, a wet ass monkey.

Banana bread dreams, but the grind stay raw,

Paws leave prints like a myth or a law.

Tail whip rivals, leave ‘em struck in awe,

Big ape moves, they obey what they saw.

Rain hit the canopy, beats hit the drum,

Howl at the moon ‘til the morning sun.

Fangs in the fruit, sweet juice on the tongue,

Echoes in the wild, where the saga begun.

Ooh, the jungle wet, soaked in the story,

Legends swing high, claim the canopy glory.

Roots run deep, but the climb ain’t corny,

Each vine's a chapter, no line too thorny.