King Louie vs. King Julien - Freshy Kanal ft. Chase Beck, Snakebite126

It is the time for diplomacy!

Maurice, gather up my royal circle (Ha!)

Okay Maurice, enough monkey business

I did not mean a literal royal circle

Get it? Cause you're built like an orange!

You got more calories to burn than trees in your forest

But if you wanna learn to talk that red flower talk

First you gotta light a match with a bandar-log

You wanna groove like a human but you don't have any standards

Your beatboxing skills take the evolution backwards

You're just a fat clown in a crashed town

The only palm waving at you is when you're getting smacked down

I'll turn your rainforest fluff to a raincoat

You want fire? I got a first row seat in my volcano

I'm a pro of a swinger, one poke of my finger

Can turn your temple to a gigantic gravestone

This lemur's in the ring tryna do me in

But I'll smoke you on the track, King Julien

You only got the crown cause your uncle said "Screw it" and left these hooligans

Your rulership is starving your people like Kim Jong Un for kids

Flirt with the bodyguard, yet you're the virgin king

With that big ego, you think you'd get in security

But you're never gonna get respect like me

All you carry's a desperate freak for your barefoot necessities

Skippity bop, I live in liberty, boss, I breathe the jungle and I swing to the top

Like a banana peel, you're ripping me off

The only Amazon you witness that could fit for your job

Is when they stuff you inside of a delivery box

You're in the zoo and tried annexing the damn park

Lived in Madagascar until you met a gas car

While Louie's got his arm strong carrying this track hard

I get busy when the jazz starts, swing it boys!

Flashed your crimes to the press 'til you got caught

Now you can only pose for the mugshot

Can't rock the mic with Baron Cohen on it

Dodge this fight like your health codes, Borat Johnson

All my monkeys getting funky from their heads to their feet

All your monkeys getting hungry, yeah, they're begging to eat

You want to be like everybody in your tree and zoo

But the truth is, nobody wants to be like you

Boo! That whole verse was lame

Quick! Someone screenshot this boring ape

My nation's thriving, you can't move past it

I live in the Big Apple, you live off a fruit basket

Got jazzy with the chicks in the club, but they fooled y'all

Left every dude in your crew with Baloo balls

Extorting the kids as informants? What's wrong with ya?

Sweetie, you don't run no kingdom, you run a mafia

And I'm banning your movies from my land cause they're stupid

So you won't be Walken again, have fun tryna move it

This ringtail won't get far in a ring match

Only war that you'd declare is a clout war against King Bach

What about your island? You vanished without a trace

If you died, your own squire would have a smile on his face

And you ain't got no game to show, you need to stop

Your only lover ever used you as a cleaning mop

I held up my ruins, you tried to make a plane wreck fly

Now I'll put this beef to rest like you're getting tranquilized