HOWARD by THØTCA$A (ft. Liquid John)
Lyrics:
Liquid John: Young gibbon, swinging, life bringing.
To the rap game, I'm giving my gift yeah, I flow rhetorical,
Kulaks really hating me as if I was deplorable.
It's horrible, but so is my enclosure,
Talent show rappers can't really keep composure,
Like Ian Brandon Anderson post Liquid's exposure.
Stay sober? that's quite an odd choice sir,
Doubtful, but how the fuck you know that?
My rhymes stay fat, with verses that attack.
Scientifically, I'm staying pileated, along with other gibbons with whom I'm affiliated.
Tuk, Boo, and Howard's the gang,
Step to us and we'll show you our fangs,
Securing our continued survival,
We wishing the humans were just a little more mindful.
Chorus (Liquid John): Howard is the gibbon that we love,
Other hoolocks just ain’t up to snuff.
If there’s one thing of which we are certain,
Lack of Howard leaves our heart a’hurtin,
Yeah.
THØTCA$A: Pileated gibbons are from Southeast,
Cambodia, Siam, and Laos not least.
Brachiating with his hoes on da tree,
Respect him or we’ll break your fucking knee.
You cunts have never seen a siamang,
Boo is the fucking dealer in his gang.
Those Hoolock bitches, they smell like yeast.
Howard finna be prepping your feast.
In Santa Clarita was born and praised.
Son of Tuk, diss her and be razed.
So based he doesn’t have an SSP,
Go to China, land of the CCP.
His species of simian mates for life,
Yet you haters have your hand for a wife.
Gibbon gangstas with da great call,
On Bouquet Canyon reign over all.
Chorus (Liquid John): Howard is the gibbon that we love,
Other hoolocks just ain’t up to snuff.
If there’s one thing of which we are certain,
Lack of Howard leaves our heart a’hurtin,
Yeah.