Song parody of
King of The Jungle
by Big Scarr
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(BandPl-)
(Drvmlord)
Frozone (Aimonmyneck made it)
So Icy (Let the BandPlay)
Let's go
This rappin' shit easy for me like a poem
I'm Louis V-ed down to my feet, better watch where you step in this bitch 'cause I'm armed
Remember they doubted, I break this shit out from my neck all way down to my palm
I used to make wishes to stars in the sky, now a young nigga shine like the Sun
King of the jungle, I need every crumb
Diss on the gang, hit your block with a bomb
I got shooters there still like my name Farrakhan
I do this shit for my mama, the struggle and hustle
Thank God He got me out the slums
Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bum
Now look at your son, yeah, that nigga a don
Chasin' money like I'm on the run
If 12 come and get me, I bet I'll make bond
Pillow talkers, I call 'em informants
Couple days later, her hands in my garments
Save the money in case it get stormy
Fucked up a lot, I admit, but I'm growin'
Different shows, state to state like I'm tourin'
They ain't gon' admit, but I got 'em influenced
Never fell off, they ask what I'm doin'
Just stackin' this bread, ain't no feelings I'm showin'
Thank God He got me out the slums
Bitch-ass nigga, Big Grim Reaper Gang
Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bum
Now look at your son, yeah, that nigga a don (Frozone)
King of the jungle, I need every crumb
(BandPl-)
(Drvmlord)
Frozone (Aimonmyneck made it)
So Icy (Let the BandPlay)
Let's go
This rappin' shit easy for me like a poem
I'm Louis V-ed down to my feet, better watch where you step in this bitch 'cause I'm armed
Remember they doubted, I break this shit out from my neck all way down to my palm
I used to make wishes to stars in the sky, now a young nigga shine like the Sun
King of the jungle, I need every crumb
Diss on the gang, hit your block with a bomb
I got shooters there still like my name Farrakhan
I do this shit for my mama, the struggle and hustle
Thank God He got me out the slums
Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bum
Now look at your son, yeah, that nigga a don
Chasin' money like I'm on the run
If 12 come and get me, I bet I'll make bond
Pillow talkers, I call 'em informants
Couple days later, her hands in my garments
Save the money in case it get stormy
Fucked up a lot, I admit, but I'm growin'
Different shows, state to state like I'm tourin'
They ain't gon' admit, but I got 'em influenced
Never fell off, they ask what I'm doin'
Just stackin' this bread, ain't no feelings I'm showin'
Thank God He got me out the slums
Bitch-ass nigga, Big Grim Reaper Gang
Daddy say he ain't raisin' no bum
Now look at your son, yeah, that nigga a don (Frozone)
King of the jungle, I need every crumb
