Monk Property Squad Gang47 by Yung MC Nogg Lyrics
[Part I]
[Intro: Dr. Phil]
Open your door, or I'm gonna
Throw rocks through your window you dumb whore
I want the money, or I'll
Raise enough hell til' you give in and give it to me
[Verse 1 Yung MC Nogg & Dr. Phil]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Go kill yourself, nobody likes you
Mhm, aha
Let's go
Yep
Go kill yoursel-el-el-el
Work hard, play hard
Cause they tell me that they only wanna play god
They be frontin' they be stuntin' wanna play it off
Work hard, punch clock
Monk Gang finna blaze it when the guns stop
Amn3sia my memories of Monk drops
I'm a monk cop
Pop pop on a monk-ey the gun stock
Chopper in the monastery, monk spray like munk off!
I desire, your property
Monks alive it's a fallacy
Finna block the monastery logically
No cap
Waveform on a hoe
I just hit up Moe's
Hostile takeover, with the bros
I'm going to foreclose Trader Joes
That's some comedy though, no Poe
Their Cheetos lowkey fire
I will run you over with my tire
Pull up to [?] the household
They house hold McManifold
I'm bold, I'm fire, italicized
I'm sodomized
I'm circumcised
I know you tried to mess with me but that shit just ain't workin'
I am murking on your hoe
Disclosing
By this I am talking bout' your
Bitch (damn!)
I ain't cappin
Bout these other rappers I'm lappin'
Put the track in like Hopsin
I am little (big!)
Sold a monk the fiddle
Another two, oh baby a triple (oh!)
Typical, how classic
Out the pickle like I'm Vlasic
Face your hoe like tactics
Pop pop pop
Switch up on a Monk and dunk his head in water
Do not let him out
[Interlude: Yung MC Nogg, Tyler, The Creator & Filthy Frank]
I don- I'm sorry if I keep talking, my lyrics aren't offensive
(Aren't they?)
No
(Some people find them offensive)
Some people find everything offensive
Hey Guys it's your boy Filthy Frank here
For a long time now I've noticed a special kind of disability
That plagues the web
And this has been happening for, I dunno ten, twenty years or so
But it's become more condensed because more twelve year olds have access to it
It's people getting into arguments
People abuse me
It's not fair
It's not fair
Yeah, Monk Property Squad Gang 47 (Fair, fair, fair, fair)
[Part II]
[Verse 2: Yung MC Nogg]
I'm like Logic, I'm a lyrical miracle
No time for spirit shit, here we get empirical
My music may give you the impression that I'm racist
Don't worry about it brother, it's all satirical
I'm a vehicle to far-right beliefs
In my opinion we need more people on the streets
[?]
Flows like Amn3sia, it's all coming back
I was in school with Viva now I'm hopping on the track
Now Soulja Boy, probably wants his snap back
Now here Soulja Boy, sorry 'bout that (It's alright)
That's nice
Pull up in a car
I can move through the ground
All I need is a car key
Turkey, finna eat that shit for Thanksgiving
Broke boy can't even make a living (broke)
It's a bitch so I finna hit the coke (coke)
But then he might eat that shit in a stew with your man and he saved just the tip
Broke boy need a shower with some soap (soap)
I get so much dick
I'm like the king of limp
Don't let a New York dude get the infinity domes (Don't let him)
Get around easy with a hydrogen blimp
Get in the church then I finna sing
I've got followers on Twitter, that think that I'm disabled (no cap)
And let me tell you right now
That's true
Hulu is for bitches that are too broke for cable
I'm rich as fuck
I know what's up
I beat them up with tables
It's a communist plot
Do not be tempted by the thought (Do not)
Boutta get famous on 4chan
For making a track and putting it through bit rot
Don't talk
I pull up with the sock
See how long that vow of silence last when I hit him with the rock
The monastery I'm on top
Finna whoop your ass back to Bangkok
Little bitch
Rap gorgeously, like a ballad
Start putting shit together, like DJ Khaled
Then I got a big hunk of shit (No cap)
That fruit juice we got on tap
I'mma steal your song and make some boom bap
My squad gang forever (Monkey, attack)
Made a monkey out of a potato sack
[Part III]
[Outro: Yung MC Nogg]
The lone monkey screams in fright as he is unloaded into the trash compactor
It's monkey time, babey!
[Monkey trash compacting sounds]
[Intro: Dr. Phil]
Open your door, or I'm gonna
Throw rocks through your window you dumb whore
I want the money, or I'll
Raise enough hell til' you give in and give it to me
[Verse 1 Yung MC Nogg & Dr. Phil]
Yeah, ayy, yeah
Go kill yourself, nobody likes you
Mhm, aha
Let's go
Yep
Go kill yoursel-el-el-el
Work hard, play hard
Cause they tell me that they only wanna play god
They be frontin' they be stuntin' wanna play it off
Work hard, punch clock
Monk Gang finna blaze it when the guns stop
Amn3sia my memories of Monk drops
I'm a monk cop
Pop pop on a monk-ey the gun stock
Chopper in the monastery, monk spray like munk off!
I desire, your property
Monks alive it's a fallacy
Finna block the monastery logically
No cap
Waveform on a hoe
I just hit up Moe's
Hostile takeover, with the bros
I'm going to foreclose Trader Joes
That's some comedy though, no Poe
Their Cheetos lowkey fire
I will run you over with my tire
Pull up to [?] the household
They house hold McManifold
I'm bold, I'm fire, italicized
I'm sodomized
I'm circumcised
I know you tried to mess with me but that shit just ain't workin'
I am murking on your hoe
Disclosing
By this I am talking bout' your
Bitch (damn!)
I ain't cappin
Bout these other rappers I'm lappin'
Put the track in like Hopsin
I am little (big!)
Sold a monk the fiddle
Another two, oh baby a triple (oh!)
Typical, how classic
Out the pickle like I'm Vlasic
Face your hoe like tactics
Pop pop pop
Switch up on a Monk and dunk his head in water
Do not let him out
[Interlude: Yung MC Nogg, Tyler, The Creator & Filthy Frank]
I don- I'm sorry if I keep talking, my lyrics aren't offensive
(Aren't they?)
No
(Some people find them offensive)
Some people find everything offensive
Hey Guys it's your boy Filthy Frank here
For a long time now I've noticed a special kind of disability
That plagues the web
And this has been happening for, I dunno ten, twenty years or so
But it's become more condensed because more twelve year olds have access to it
It's people getting into arguments
People abuse me
It's not fair
It's not fair
Yeah, Monk Property Squad Gang 47 (Fair, fair, fair, fair)
[Part II]
[Verse 2: Yung MC Nogg]
I'm like Logic, I'm a lyrical miracle
No time for spirit shit, here we get empirical
My music may give you the impression that I'm racist
Don't worry about it brother, it's all satirical
I'm a vehicle to far-right beliefs
In my opinion we need more people on the streets
[?]
Flows like Amn3sia, it's all coming back
I was in school with Viva now I'm hopping on the track
Now Soulja Boy, probably wants his snap back
Now here Soulja Boy, sorry 'bout that (It's alright)
That's nice
Pull up in a car
I can move through the ground
All I need is a car key
Turkey, finna eat that shit for Thanksgiving
Broke boy can't even make a living (broke)
It's a bitch so I finna hit the coke (coke)
But then he might eat that shit in a stew with your man and he saved just the tip
Broke boy need a shower with some soap (soap)
I get so much dick
I'm like the king of limp
Don't let a New York dude get the infinity domes (Don't let him)
Get around easy with a hydrogen blimp
Get in the church then I finna sing
I've got followers on Twitter, that think that I'm disabled (no cap)
And let me tell you right now
That's true
Hulu is for bitches that are too broke for cable
I'm rich as fuck
I know what's up
I beat them up with tables
It's a communist plot
Do not be tempted by the thought (Do not)
Boutta get famous on 4chan
For making a track and putting it through bit rot
Don't talk
I pull up with the sock
See how long that vow of silence last when I hit him with the rock
The monastery I'm on top
Finna whoop your ass back to Bangkok
Little bitch
Rap gorgeously, like a ballad
Start putting shit together, like DJ Khaled
Then I got a big hunk of shit (No cap)
That fruit juice we got on tap
I'mma steal your song and make some boom bap
My squad gang forever (Monkey, attack)
Made a monkey out of a potato sack
[Part III]
[Outro: Yung MC Nogg]
The lone monkey screams in fright as he is unloaded into the trash compactor
It's monkey time, babey!
[Monkey trash compacting sounds]