Constipated Monkey

Damn, this shit is hard to breathe this j...

Motherfucking course, man!

The fucking course!

Fuck that!

Who the fuck is you, nigga?

X, massive, the iron man

Representing

This is how we switch shit

For the CMR

Bustin', Zevel loves to rock the venue

Then see you, never be you, in fact, lad, I never been you

Scratched off the menu, I continue with the yella

So props might develop from the tools, no clues to head swell up

I dwell uptown, it's like a jungle, I'm immune to the fever though

Whoopsie daisy, never lazy so I heave-ho

Whippin' shit like Devo, whip it good, dang dang

Whippin' shit like Elmer Fudd and Mr. Fudd, slang

Listen to my guitar twang as I sang

Along, phone with my songs goin' blowin'

Blowin' up like a grenade, serenade 'em into wind

Been locked on the mic like vice grips to the swinz

Seven feet seat fold when I used to pop a wheelie

You can get the props if you can top my illy silly

Wear it old pro rap style, rarely see a clap while

All the fingers snap, child, rips to give me dap

Now my nail file, thanks, I'll bake it in the cake

Then I'ma send it upstate when my niggas make the break

You see, I take none slack, rhymes and track is back

Zevel love X like a brown man, not a black bass

I'm stringin' 'em up, stringin' 'em up higher

Than the '86 Nikes on the wire (Right outside my rec center)

I don't suggest taste test if you can't digest

And I quote, "Zevel the best, goddamn, God blessed" I wrote

I tote discs, dats, gats, and bats

I vote no to canine, feline rats with double tracks

I always hear them say, "Boiled again by that maniacal madman"

He raps like Saran Wrap, can of like a lamb

Some shit's cracked up

Yeah, X makes hits like pimp hoes slapped up

All cracked up, so constantly actin' up

Constipated monkey, got shit backed up

Get it?

So don't sweat it

We don't play in no bullshit

Now catch a bullet, ball eight, nigga

Gotta pull it off

On some shit

What is you, stupid? Make my voice deeper

Aight, next track

And back to the next shit

I need some motherfuckin' cess in my chest

So I can run around like I had a bulletproof vest on

Aight, Stewart, take the cess

Huh? Aight, Stewart