he's always thinkin' when the handle's turnin'
he's Tarzan without no Jane
scratch the monkey while he's countin' his days
but keep that thing on that chain
you're hip with a gun hand grip
I hope this serves as a strong reminder
you can't even help yourself
with the revenge of the monkeygrinder
livn' in a tin can, never had the upper hand
and Dylan to him is just a name
lived seven countries, now he's gettin' funky
this M-16 ain't no game
now the time has come, he's sick of playin' dumb
his mind is twisted and deranged
arms open wide the monkey's on his side
and Cheetah's got a bad case of mange