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Jungle Video (MV)




Performed By: Viktor Sigma
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Michael Brown-Clark, Nkosi Newkirk




Viktor Sigma - Jungle Lyrics




Better hope my muscles atrophy
Cause they get used they gon' bring catastrophe
For you it's tragedy
For me it's Saturday
Know you a peon
As full as my bladder be
Free to talk shit
But be damned if you at-ing me
Your mouth wrote a check that when cashed mean your ass get beat
Fosho I'm a boss my first name is Gil
Last name is bond got a license to kill
MVP nigga my middle name Abdul
And I stay strapped nigga I shower with the tool
Stay with the drama no 30 for 30
Keep it spicy like my last name is Curry
She stopped popping Xan's
Said she's getting old
She knows summers over cause I'm getting cold
Heart the Black Sea
Nothing sweet about me
Did some bad shit
Traveled to my
Gun to my head was my evening accessory
Bitches parasites the statement of the century
Skulls in their closet like last name is Kennedy
Spit out your name cause that shit is an obscenity
Don't get me started this shit could get deadly
My hammers a band it's brand new and heavy
Not talking about acid but you could get eyed on
Fired on
You could get lit like you fire alarm
Niggas cattle I got the firearm
You a laughing cow you from the funny farm
Nigga call me ranch cause you know I be dressing
Got the Gucci belt to match the smith and Wesson
F*ck your soliloquy
Delete your history
I am the epitome
Who you pretend to be
Why would I ever try to take my life
When my first name is f*cking short for victory

Niggas be lying
And bitches be lying
But it's okay because we strong like gorillas
We tote sticks with bananas and spears on the end
Cause if you ain't know we some killas
Serpent scaled bitches chase vermin like niggas
But cross our path they take a tumble
We rule with a fist full of iron and blood-lust for weakness
Cause we from the jungle
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Better hope my muscles atrophy
Cause they get used they gon' bring catastrophe
For you it's tragedy
For me it's Saturday
Know you a peon
As full as my bladder be
Free to talk shit
But be damned if you at-ing me
Your mouth wrote a check that when cashed mean your ass get beat
Fosho I'm a boss my first name is Gil
Last name is bond got a license to kill
MVP nigga my middle name Abdul
And I stay strapped nigga I shower with the tool
Stay with the drama no 30 for 30
Keep it spicy like my last name is Curry
She stopped popping Xan's
Said she's getting old
She knows summers over cause I'm getting cold
Heart the Black Sea
Nothing sweet about me
Did some bad shit
Traveled to my
Gun to my head was my evening accessory
Bitches parasites the statement of the century
Skulls in their closet like last name is Kennedy
Spit out your name cause that shit is an obscenity
Don't get me started this shit could get deadly
My hammers a band it's brand new and heavy
Not talking about acid but you could get eyed on
Fired on
You could get lit like you fire alarm
Niggas cattle I got the firearm
You a laughing cow you from the funny farm
Nigga call me ranch cause you know I be dressing
Got the Gucci belt to match the smith and Wesson
F*ck your soliloquy
Delete your history
I am the epitome
Who you pretend to be
Why would I ever try to take my life
When my first name is f*cking short for victory

Niggas be lying
And bitches be lying
But it's okay because we strong like gorillas
We tote sticks with bananas and spears on the end
Cause if you ain't know we some killas
Serpent scaled bitches chase vermin like niggas
But cross our path they take a tumble
We rule with a fist full of iron and blood-lust for weakness
Cause we from the jungle
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Writer: Michael Brown-Clark, Nkosi Newkirk
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