{intro: natethesickle, walton goggins, jamie foxx, & joey66412
fu*k
I am a chimpanzee
Alright, let's try that
Django, you black son of a b*tch!
The "b" is silent, hillbilly
You ready to kill this sh*t or what?
I’m ready to kill this track
fu*king, who cares?
I care, i care a lot about this track actually
Okay, well you're entitled to your opinion. i respect that you are vocalizing it to me right now
Thank you
I don’t respect you in the slightest as a person
Alright here we go
{verse 1: joey66412}
I am a chimpanzee
Catch me swingin' through the trees
When i pull up stay away from me
Or else you'll catch a bullet to the knee
I'm talkin' pistols, not a nerf
Getting bored might just go surf
Wearing silly hats like papa smurf
Y’all can kiss my *donkey noise* like eddie murph
{verse 2: natethesickle}
I rock the stage when i step to the mic
Killin' this track like i’m playing pyke
Push some kids off of a two seater bike, then i jam the fu*k out to dominic fike
When i’m spittin', you know i’m on a mission
Wearin' down your eardrums, call it attrition
Makin' sh*tty music like it’s an addiction
Coke on the desk, lemme get my fu*kin' nuts out my pants for you to su*k on
Yeahhh!
{interlude: natethesickle & joey66412
Nah, nah, nah, let’s switch this up real quick
Oh, you wanna switch this up? okay
{verse 2: joey66412}
Pull up in a new whip
Then i go and snog your b*tch
She’s in love cause i’m rich
That’s because i stream on twitch, ay
{verse 3: natethesickle & joey66412}
I’m gettin' top from your auntie on an island, ay
I pull up, everybody know i’m stylin', ay
She gave me neck, that sh*t crazy, need asylum, ay
She call me back, i don’t answer, leave her cryin', ayyy
I make more money than y'all while i am asleep, ay
Shoutout to jon bellion, this sh*t is stupid deep, ay
{verse 4: natethesickle & joey66412}
I'mma keep it a buck wit'chu
Cookin up in the stu'
Bars will not stop til' there's nothin i can’t do
Rewriting my words like "cantou"
Flip that sh*t around, you get a toucan, tweet tweet tweet
Nobody safe in my vicinity
Like yo' momma and daddy, i'mma count to three
Put you six feet deep under a tree-ee-ee
After i pull out my choppa, let it eat-eat-eat
I'm the harbinger of death
You'll get stabbed in the neck
With a pencil just as i draw
Your last words and your last breath
{outro: natethesickle, joey66412, both}
Sheeeeesh!
That was super fire!
Super why! go watch that tv show
Guys, be sure to share this with your younger friends and family especially the toddlers, i know they'll love it
Alright nate and joey, out