Monkey Kong

There's nothing real about your fight
Nothing in the shit you write
You've got charisma in your hair
The make up lady put it there, and it's

(1+2+3+4) x (2+2+3+4) x (2x3) + (2+4) = 666

One, one plus two is three, can't we get along?
You bring it on, The Monkey Kong
It's just a name, they got it wrong

Every second, every day, every minute that you waste
You're not every thing you seem
Keep on fighting for the right
Keep it rocking every night
That's exactly what I mean
It's all gone wrong, they called it Monkey Kong

You're the captain of the team
You're the new king of the scene
You hire a guy to keep you punk
Laugh it up 'cause you don't know you're sunk