Monsta Island Czars (ft. Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan) - “Make It Squash (Got A Roc)”
[Emcee(s): Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan]
[Producer(s): King Geedorah (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - “Red #40”)]
[Sample (Melody): Cerone - “Rocket in the Pocket (Live)”]
[Hook: Megalon]
Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars
Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that
Industry beef, god. My ape squad
Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)
[Verse 1: Kong]
Who
The fuck want the drama? KamiKong on my truck, bombing
Thick and real inside the varmin, keep it thick like it’s
Your mama, conquer anaconda, sloppy mouth with knocker
Twist-tops vodka, the oral monstra. Corny
Niggas call me Slash Orville Redenbacher. Fuck you up
Went to my slaughterhouse? You ought to bounce, get quarter ounce
Of blood smacked at your daughter. My fast I’ma take, forward accounts
To uno, slam shit judo, sumo style
You motherfucker, you know Bruno punch through this pine box
Watch the guns blow at Cool Joe. Yo, stepping
With the rocket, the hot silk, the top tilt, fresh
Bottom cleaved, showing you what’s up, ma—you got milk
Thugs and bitches, bottles be shared, slugs and biscuits
Shorty turn into Hollywood Square. You know
The hugs and kisses smackless. The intellectual dyslexic
Sex and breakfast, breakfast in a Texas license
Plate, Lexus exit reckless—check this
[Emcee(s): Kong, Megalon, King Cesar, and Rodan]
[Producer(s): King Geedorah (Original Instrumental from Metal Fingers - “Red #40”)]
[Sample (Melody): Cerone - “Rocket in the Pocket (Live)”]
[Hook: Megalon]
Monsta Island Czars, eight bars leave scrapes and scars
Peace, Underground. We’re taking charge (Taking charge!), that
Industry beef, god. My ape squad
Entourage, we make it squash (Squash!)
[Verse 1: Kong]
Who
The fuck want the drama? KamiKong on my truck, bombing
Thick and real inside the varmin, keep it thick like it’s
Your mama, conquer anaconda, sloppy mouth with knocker
Twist-tops vodka, the oral monstra. Corny
Niggas call me Slash Orville Redenbacher. Fuck you up
Went to my slaughterhouse? You ought to bounce, get quarter ounce
Of blood smacked at your daughter. My fast I’ma take, forward accounts
To uno, slam shit judo, sumo style
You motherfucker, you know Bruno punch through this pine box
Watch the guns blow at Cool Joe. Yo, stepping
With the rocket, the hot silk, the top tilt, fresh
Bottom cleaved, showing you what’s up, ma—you got milk
Thugs and bitches, bottles be shared, slugs and biscuits
Shorty turn into Hollywood Square. You know
The hugs and kisses smackless. The intellectual dyslexic
Sex and breakfast, breakfast in a Texas license
Plate, Lexus exit reckless—check this
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