Correction Lyrics Monk Property Squad Gang47 by Tyler, The Creator

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Lyrics

Open your door, or I'm gonna
Throw rocks through your window you dumb whore
I want the money, or I'll
Raise enough hell til' you give in and give it to me

Yeah, ayy, yeah
Go kill yourself, nobody likes you
Mhm, aha
Let's go
Yep
Go kill yoursel-el-el-el
Work hard, play hard
Cause they tell me that they only wanna play god
They be frontin' they be stuntin' wanna play it off
Work hard, punch clock
Monk Gang finna blaze it when the guns stop
Amn3sia my memories of Monk drops
I'm a monk cop
Pop pop on a monk-ey the gun stock
Chopper in the monastery, monk spray like munk off!
I desire, your property
Monks alive it's a fallacy
Finna block the monastery logically
No cap
Waveform on a hoe
I just hit up Moe's
Hostile takeover, with the bros
I'm going to foreclose Trader Joes
That's some comedy though, no Poe
Their Cheetos lowkey fire
I will run you over with my tire
Pull up to [?] the household
They house hold McManifold
I'm bold, I'm fire, italicized
I'm sodomized
I'm circ*mcised
I know you tried to mess with me but that sh*t just ain't workin'
I am murking on your hoe
Disclosing
By this I am talking bout' your
b*t*h (damn!)
I ain't cappin
Bout these other rappers I'm lappin'
Put the track in like Hopsin
I am little (big!)
Sold a monk the fiddle
Another two, oh baby a triple (oh!)
Typical, how classic
Out the [?] like I'm [?]
Face your hoe like tactics
Pop pop pop
Switch up on a Monk and dunk his head in water
Do not let him out

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