1,2...1,2 (Feat. Kong, Megalon & Rodan)

Monsta Island Czars
(ft kong, Megalon, and Rodan) - "1, 21, 2"

One, two, one, two kongcrete, the most
Hideous check it, check it, check it

Smoking hash, leave an open ass broken
Stash floating fast
Lifted kong with the broken glass
Slurper, a nasty nigga fuck Bertha
Insert it further than murder
Pulled out then squirt her
Alpha murder, alpha murder, murder
Alpha murder, pull the squeeze then hurt her
Out for cheddar, piece of
Cheese when in doubt, love
Took Alicia’s Keys in and out love, ate nine
Hate all, hate on fakes, cornballs is fake
Find your body at your dawg’s wake, barking
Create comment when I start to spit, y’all
Niggas spit conformant kong bombing

Study every
Religion there is rhythm for kids
Deadly as venom is
This hemorrhage friends of his
I’m like a guinea pig with a skinny snitch
And me big like a penny rich hear me
Bitch ready to let the semi spit
Here he is is he really sick or
Is he really picked to see
The vict’ or is he really dead for
What he did? Let the machete
Rip, spaghetti drip ready, get set, ready
Go, ready to rock machete flow to
Let you know we’re ready
To go is he heavy? Is he petty? I was
Hungry, so they fed me, yo for heavy dough
I need some heavy dro megalon in your stereo
Ready to shoot the heady, yo yo!

Lyrics of death wrap this how
The letter bond yo, megalon
Pass that Megatron gods on a
Hunt like a Predacon
Smoking cedar wood trees from
Lebanon fascist sprites
On MTV, terrorist threats looped on my MP-
-C travel at a hundred
Eighty-six thousand kilobytes per second
Downloaded on the MP3 ninety-Ninety-
-Five, Long Island, iced-out in an MVB monsta
Island escaped from MCC

By any
Means, many fiends akin to toast teens
Toast the scenes for the hoes to scream
Mostly seen by the avoiding get down
Here when Luciani ‘hind me behind Pataki
Busting shots with Giuliani bust back
I’ll squeeze rapping niggas y’all
Quit acting like it could happen
My MAC-10 made big niggas
Backspin what happened?

Is that so?
Tommy Brasco stack dough you lack flow
My ab-
-stract flow for cashflow turn cocaine
To crack and turn crack to blow now how the
Fuck that go? I wanna
Fuck that ho, the white ho and the black ho
Lay on your back
Ho they made the track slow so I could rap
Slow tommy mack hoes yo, yo
My gun is like my girl ‘cause I
Don’t wanna let my gat go
I sold crack fast, now I sell crack slow
In the back, on the low if
You ain’t got no dough, come to
The back door i’ll give you
A full pack at four
Rock rap shows, L be on the map when I blow
R&B rap takes it in the ass-crack slow
At my last show, I snatched gold black Jesus
It’s a Black Christmas now picture black snow

Ayyo
We calculate the sands of time in slow-mo
Manipulating every moment through space
Metabolize the seeds of wealth to let the
Dough flow
Committing acts of violence and hate
Crimes against the po-po double barreled
Handheld bazooka for Sergeant Shitface if
You want to start
Fronting like you row boat blaze that bush
Whether your Mary jane is def or even if
It’s so-so teasing bitches
With ice cubes on their nipple
Keep ‘em playing with their yo yo
Athletic pussy like Lisa Leslie
And Rebecca Lobo rock the show from uptown
Downtown to Tribeca, soho
Most of these rappers R&B singers like K-
-Ci & JoJo, better off harmonizing with Taj
Leigh Leigh, and Coco thespian thugs
Niggas is all
Mouth like the Rolling Stones logo
Bianca Jagger free-jacker, jacking me off in
A go-go stuff down
Their throats, spitting completely bobo
Keeping it groovy without
The synthetic fucking mojo
Got the spot kicking
Like a donkey locked up inside a dojo, smack
Ralph Lauren, got Tommy
Hilfiger picking cotton, rocking Polo

Is that so?

Niggas stay lifted
Bring the biscuit, bring the bitches
Bring the mother- -fucking statistics
Bring the death certificates
Um, don’t forget the four
Blocks peace to Fort
Knox, where the four stops