Lyrics:
Jungle Jezebel, Jungle Jezebel
Jungle Jezebel, Jungle Jezebel
You sissy, you sissy, you're just like Jungle Jim
Be careful where you sleep
Welcome to the jungle, Jim
Welcome to the jungle, Jim
Welcome to it, Jim
Welcome to the jungle, Anne
Welcome to the jungle, Dan
Welcome to it,
yah jim carrey
Mi have jungle fever fi di money
Everyday mi pree dollars
Run inna di bank and seh freeze please miss, full up these
Duffle bags with
Yo, it definitely is a concrete jungle
And yet there's more to life than misery
We have to have unity in our community
We have to work together
lonesome too, and blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
lonesome too, and blue
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember 'til you're home again
You belong to me
and Sand and Santa Fe Dunaway and Gataway Mexicali Rose and Rose Marie
Blackboard Jungle Jungle Jim Jim Thorpe All American
An American In Paris Paris Blues
the cool aid bow to the will of Jim Jones
And you're still going to die anyway
Cannot bear to think that you'll find new life
Without him and what he lived
Jim Jones was a psychopath
Jim Jones was good at math
Knew just how much cyanide to spike his punch
Gave all his friends their last lunch
Whispered
Morning, Dwight
Who are you?
Who am I?
I'm Jim, we've been working together for 12 years
Weird joke, Dwight
You're not Jim, Jim's not Asian
You
Gas so strong only took 2 hits
Which one of y'all gone fight for me
quick on feet like Muhammad cli
rumble in the jungle or swing from tree
float like
[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh-huh, Jones, one-two, one-two
G's up, you know who I am, Jones, the struggle
New York's mine
[Jim Jones:]
Can it be it was all
slide
Racks bust my denim every time I go outside
King of the jungle hoe, Im straight out the trenches
I'm just Trying to stack these riches, I ain't
the Rain
Blood and Sand and Santa Fe
Dunaway and Getaway
Mexicali Rose and Rose Marie
Blackboard Jungle, Jungle Jim
Jim Thorpe All American
An American In
Man up!
Oh I can hear them say
Man up!
I been working at the gold mine a 1000 miles from home
Jungle fever with jungle cats eating jungle bugs
lost in the jungle
They starvin' hope they don't hunt you
Uh, Jim Starr in my triple goose
(Back you up off me, nigga)
When the weather change
Cheech & Chong Skit:
Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Jim Jones:
(Dipset) Uh, yeah (Uh)
You know (Let's do it)
This
fuck on your body like a nympho
I'm on the way so send your info
Black and white diamonds, call it Jim Crow
I put your legs out the window
Yeah yeah yeah
gotta thank JD, Jim Beam, mr anheuser
For a Friday night good time drink
I gotta thank mama and my daddy
For eighteen years then gasin'
Up the Chevrolet
losers landing on skid row
Landing on skid row
While the Diamond Jims
And the Kings road pimps
Breath heavy in their brand new clothes
I'm
don't go back and forth we don't play ping pong
We gone eat that boy face
Post in the jungle where niggas don't live long
Gotta pray everyday
I'm tryna
to me
I took care of her mum
When she skinned her knee
She sang a song so pretty
On the Jungle Jim
When Jimmy tried to hurt her
I punched him in
the Jim Browski
(Who? Jenny?)
No, not propulated
A horrible creature that must be penetrated
He gets all into ya, then he tries to do ya
You better run
all it really is is wordplay, so this be recess
Instead of Jungle Jim's my tongue'll tempt them to be fresh
I reflect to recline and define your defect
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