Asatro - Jungle Monster (feat. Grandfather Foliage) Lyrics

Father Foliage, pick it up
Call herself a queen, just give me what this hoe is on
Cigarette, you smoke at night until the glow is gone
Sticking with a man until the dough withdrawn
In the shadows, but I see you, cause it takes a king to know a pawn
I don't eat her out cause she a piggy and you know I'm kosher
She don't f*ck with me until she sees my Porsha coming closer
I don't got no license but you know she riding on my
Know, she riding right up on me like I am a f*cking chauffeur
Clean up is on aisle three, get a grocer come and mop it
She gon' eat magoo, so you know that gotta go and mod it
Call me a prophet, I gotta pick up my mind on my future
I'm never gon' crop it, start with a twist
When she pulling my dick, she never gon' bop it
Little bitch, stop it
Yeah, little bitch, little bitch, little bitch, stop it
Little bitch, little bitch, little bitch, stop it
Know, I come in with that beat and you know I drop it
Father Foliage, come on
Who, who, who is the jungle monster locked in a cage
I'm a chimp, go and tell your father
Vo the biologist, you know I'm a f*cking scholar
Missing link, I'm really, really shocked
She want a shock, collar
Don't whip your loving on me
I ain't the type to holler
Take my vitamins, Jameson
I'm really big baller
Had the D but to the O, that shit gon' make you taller
Brewing up and brewing up
Homemade alcohol addition
Can't get enough, can't get enough
Those leaves are my affliction
She only f*ck with people who got big feet
Yeah, I'm the real jungle monster
Don't you tempt me, tempt me
Pull up to her house, tell her that the aliens don't sent me
What are you doing
What are you doing
Then I smile for my chimp
This shit just last a century
Nessie, Nessie, why they hunting you
You ain't a jungle monster
F*ck you foliage
Why won't you listen to your father
Ya'll a bunch of snakes
Why the f*ck I even bother
Call my dick Godzilla
Man, her ass looking like Mothra
Up the chimp, I'm in my my ma
I'm f*cking flying saucer
You wanna find the jungle monster
Shit is gonna cost you, bitch
Jungle monster
Jungle monster
Baby looking fresh
You know I'm the real father, yeah
Baby mama want the cheques
But I don't really call her, yeah
Shawty bitchin' so you know I use that leesh and collar, yeah
Trifle with my boys
And you gon' see the real monster, yeah
Why father foliage
Nah, nah
Motherf*cker, who's the real monster
Deep dark ocean, lot of space
I can't begin to ponder
Drag the demons with me
I go fast up in that Honda
Release the trigger
Silver bullet just to slay that f*cking monster
Red rum, red rum
Shit that really haunts her
Bed bugs, bed bugs
Didn't mean to call her
Raise the bar, I raise the ceiling
Pussy bitch, yeah
I am the monster
Open up the cage and you gon' see the jungle monster
I'm gon' run your family over
Do it with my Honda
Stay respectful
I don't sleep with shawty unless she wants to
Parents f*ck with monsters
So I'll make your ass a foster
Where, where, where is the jungle monster
Who, who, who is the jungle monster
F*ck with shawty unless she wants to
Jungle monster
Yeah, I am the jungle monster
Oh
Father Foliage come on