Honkey Kong lyrics[Intro: Training Day]
King Kong, ain't got shit on me!
[Verse 1:]
Bring out the apes the gorillas the monkeys the junkies
Half money half bummy half genius half dummy
Dirty, slutty, bloody, muddy, filthy fuck buddy
If you're stupid you should study how I'm steady making money
Like I'm Steady B, Freddy Krueger, bald as Lex Luthor
Spark buddha, pick a public park become a sharpshooter
Chop an off-duty cop up into chop suey
Channeling Tupac through me (hock tui) damn I'm such a glock groupie
Bad grammar, bad manners, bad hammers, bad mama jama hammer boppin
Got your grandma yellin like she's Janice Joplin, I'm joshin
Please get off my johnson, I see you bitches jockin this jargon that I'm jotting
I'm Jesus a genius a G I'm a genie
Grantin bitches wishes if they wish is for my pee pee
I'm greazy and greedy and creepy and freaky and skeevy
Your breezy, but fuck me for a CD
They are very very dangerous, they are wild animals
Something's got to be done
[Chorus:]
Look at all this wild shit ya'll got me on
With fire arms now it's on like Honkey Kong
Where my gorillas at? Where my apes at?
Where my gorillas at? Where my apes at?
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Look at all this wild shit ya'll got me on
They play this song and it's on like Honkey Kong
Where my gorillas at? Where my apes at?
Where my gorillas at? Where my apes at?
[Verse 2:]
Bring out the rebels the devils, bring out the vandals
Bring out the vicious ditch diggers and bitches with love handles
Bring the bummy scummy stretch mark tummy with no money
Strobe light honey who swears she like a playboy bunny
Ap is batty, daffy attitude, crappy to scrappy verbally
Abusive baby daddy, call the liquor store a packie
I'm picky in particular, consider sex an extracurricular test
And you can call me Professor Testicular
Stick it in ya dick dangle down to my fibula
Nah I'm fibbin it just barely touched the top of my tibia
The titty touchin, titty crushin, pretty fuckin disgustin
Kiddy abductin, giddy up to gallop through the dust
A chauvinist, a showoff, as classic as Chopin
Or Eric. B with dookie ropes so call me the dope man
You fucks don't even know, if you don't come up with my dough
You'll hear more neins (nines) than German people screaming "No! "
I'm that Honkey Kong, orangutang, killer ape, gorilla [scratches]
[Chorus]
these lyrics are submitted by kaanthese lyrics are last corrected by slain34 
