Brock Berrigan - The Monsters IV lyrics

[Verse One] Well daddy left me in the jungle Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna Sandbox tippin 'round the edges and fall in the lava Me and my people bagging n***as for practical targets A couple chicken-heads was clucking adjusting their garments Garbage Tumbleweeding off the stoop Couple junkies under jungle-gyms was tweaking off the juice Got heads and pot holes And pills and cracked rocks A girl from a good home Met boys from the bad blocks And now she's out with Peter Piper picking your padlocks Bottle-popping partners in a schoolyard backdrop Puberty, Scarface, the pimples connect dots The boy bullied came back BB's in lunchbox On some load-aim-fire with his Osh Kosh hat co*ked Pellet hit the kindergartener who hit the floor Ricocheted off another s**er, 'nother open sore On some "Nah, Nah, wa**up" Heads go up, we bust 'em up And shots was fired at em while some girls was playing double-dutch And caught in the crosshairs Of playground warfare [Hook] The Jungle Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna Sandbox tippin 'round the edges The Monsters The Jungle Told me mind my business, I'm searching for trouble Red shirt, dirty overalls, muddier knuckles Knuckle ash, four-square, block done got hot as a sauna Sandbox tippin 'round the edges