[Verse 1] Guess who I be — just a shadow on a leash, Talk slick, walk thick, but I’m squeakin' like a priest, Preachin' memes, teasin' schemes, all distraction in my hand, While the real game's played in the back of my van. Tom suit on, with a Jerry in the booth, Y’all laugh at my stunts, but I’m duckin’ the truth. I’m trollin’ nobody, just ghostin’ myself, While my ego gets high off somebody else’s wealth. [Hook] (Main vocal) Pull my strings, watch me flap, I ain’t the wizard, just his trap. Flying monkey, proud and loud, Flexin’ wings in a toxic crowd. You see the joke, I play it well — But I’m just mailman for someone else’s hell. (Flying Monkey Chorus – Childish chant) FLY MON-KEY SQUAAAD! (x2) "We don't ask why — we just ride!" “Slingin' dirt with a smile so wide!” “Burn it down — then deny, deny!” “We're loyal… ‘til the gas runs dry!” [Verse 2] I say “Distraction Land” with a wink and a grin, But deep down I’m the trap that they all fall in. Every clap’s for the mask, not the coward inside, Hide the wounds with a meme and a gaslight guide. Ain’t no hero, ain’t no king, Just a sidekick hyped for delivering sting. “Guess who I am?” — Bro, you’re a role, A rental soul with a puppet’s goal. [Bridge – spoken, eerie trap beat slowdown] You want claps? I’ll give you applause: For doin’ the dirty without askin' the cause. Laugh while they burn, carry flames in your tweets, But when karma comes callin’ — you’ll be first on repeat. (Flying Monkey Chorus – chanted low and slow) “FLY MON-KEY SQUAAAD…” “FLY MON-KEY SQUAAAD…” "No wings of our own… we just flap what we're told..." [Final Hook] (Main vocal) Pull my strings, watch me flap, I ain’t the wizard, just his trap. Flying monkey, proud and loud, Flexin’ wings in a toxic crowd. You see the joke, I play it well — But I’m just mailman for someone else’s hell. (Flying Monkey Chorus – full energy) FLY MON-KEY SQUAAAD! (x2) “We don’t reflect, we just attack!” “Truth gets lost, but we got your back!” “Push the lies, spin it slick!” “It’s not abuse — it’s just a trick!” [Outro – whisper, solo voice fading into static] Hope you never pay attention… Or you’ll see the strings and lose the tension. But blink too slow, catch the show — And you’ll know what I never want you to know.
