Stuff Yer Monkey (with my dirty brisket)
This one started out as a very satisfying brisket and gravy lunch that Q ate. Also in the news at the time those lacrosse dudes just got busted with that stripper. We figured they were guilty and their rich daddies would bail them out. I guess we were wrong. Go Luke Dacrosse
“Stuff Yer Monkey “
Oooohhhhaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh….
- Verse1
I’m on safari
I’m here to party
I’m gonna get down, down, down to it
And when I party,
I party hardy
got Viagra, rufies, and a gimlet
- chorus
Stuff your monkey with my dirty brisket –> Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Stuff your monkey with my rich biscuit –> Ahh ahh ahh ahh
- verse2
Saw you walkin
‘ Heard you talkin’
got you in my sights now baby
Your body’s rockin’
my knees are nockin’
You know there’s room in my tent for you lady
- chorus
Stuff your monkey with my dirty brisket –> Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Stuff your monkey with my rich biscuit –> Ahh ahh ahh ahh
- verse3
I approach her Like a poacher
I’m gettin’ closer I’m gonna hose her
She turns to me She looks at me
She says to me…
-> Monkey sounds
Dirty Biscuit
Rich Biscuit
chorus
Stuff your monkey with my dirty brisket –> Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Stuff your monkey with my rich biscuit –> Ahh ahh ahh ahh ahh
- verse out
My name is Luke I go to Duke
I play lacrosse I’m at a loss
My daddy’s rich So f*ck you b’tch!
I’m teeing off at the 19th hole today-ay-ay
Ooh! Ahh!
Yeah…how you doin?



