You 4 monkeys running your little shit.
Insluting everyone else as you go along with it.
That ain’t cool,
Cause I don’t remember that’s what they thought in school.
You think you’ve the blueprint,
But child you ain’t nothing brand new.
We seen it before,
Just not with a cast filled with whores.
You just insluting you colour with your little show,
Trust me ain’t cool when I ahve to speak about your damn show.
I smell a fight coming,
But all I see is you running.
Your tricks is for kids, silly rabbits.
I hope you break your habit!