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Monk to the key

Y'all know me

Everybodys favorite G

My name is AC

Trouble with a capital "T"

You get what you see

Hung tall as a branch on a tree

I'm a vanilla delight

I start fights

On weeknights

Gotta stand up for my rights

Punch somebodys lights

Blacked eyed lose my sight

High as a kite

Act black when i'm white

I've been playing twister

All night with your sister

Don't care if you missed her

Everythings a blur

From the potion I forgot to stir

Fresky flying fur

Listen to her pur

Make a big mess

But you can't expect nothing less

It releaved my stress

Blood stained dress

On the woman I caressed

They all say yes

Never say no

I'm always good to go

If I wanted to i'd have a fro'