Gotta lil grease monkey
Unner my nails, like bamboo under my bed growing up sharp
Knocked off my chain that's my own damn fault,
Sliding plates in the kitchen that's tectonic kinesis
Off goes Palo Alto up comes San Jose,
Call the firefuck brigade earth popped the grenade
All the taquerias got sloppy at the bar
Can't tell who's hip and who's square, they're all swimming holding lattes
Roll up the sleevesit ain't too hot,
If yer greasy ditch the monkey money on yer lap,
S'not swimming what you do more like provolone pestering
Find a bagel to use for flotation, put yer smear back in the vat
I can I think I can
Vatican' t choo chew choose
Which monkey to marry up.
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