Little Monkey - Armored Saint

Bully around the kids on the school yard

Threw all that weight around

Put the hee bee jee bees in to someone

Sure way to earn that crown

Boy now a man but I use that word lightly

Punk ass is more your style

No compliments for all this bravado

A tub of shit in a pile

Piled high

Sky high

Your throne

Pig sty

Little money, little monkey

I really think I smell something funky

Little monkey biggest dummy

You fooled’em all but I must have been lucky

Little monkey never funny

Your true colors beam in the sunshine

Little monkey little monkey

I’ll cut down your vine

Hollywood mogul making B movies

Award winners they are not

A ton of attitude for a whole lot of nothing

Small penis king of the lot

You started as a prick and you stay consistent

But assholes got room to grow

Hard to tell which is getting bigger

Your belly or your ego

Ego

Oh know

Big deal

You’ve blown

I’ll get a punch in your face if I’m lucky

Little monkey little monkey

I’ll watch as you fall from the sidelines

As I cut your vine

I’ll chop down your vine

I’ll chop down your vine

I can’t stand your whine

You do it all the time

I’ll chop down your vine

I’ll chop down your vine

You dirty slime