Good afternoon, and welcome to another edition of Ask the Monkey Tour! In our last episode, Jaz, Troy, and Ant were asleep in the rainforest. Now we return to them as they awake from their wet dreams. And now, tonight's episode, Search of the River! Just me and my monkey, chillin' like we don't care. In a trance, he's there just hangin' there. It ain't fair, he has bears for a chair and his banana skin to have. He loves to wear, forget about the lion, he's king of the jungle. A bundle of boggles, he loves to be funneled. He sways like a vine, glitchin' around the hills. Devoted to the water, he's gettin' chills and spills coconuts. His buddies keep ridin' his side. My monkey and his friends, you just can't divide. It's the truth, no lie, when we were young, I tried to get rid of the nuts. But my monkey just kinda, you know, what? Yeah, he's a little crazy. And when he's out of the jungle, he's lazy, Tracy. Who's that? The name of a safari. Grabbed my hat, I was Hutchie with Starsky. Get it? Nope. Starsky and Hutch, they're in trips and chases, we couldn't wait to touch. But I wrote, who we got there, the gates were locked. Was it a problem? Nah, cause the lock got popped. Stop. Stop. Now, that's my monkey rockin' the treetop all of a sudden. My monkey went ape, he got sick. It must've been something, me ape. He couldn't wait, he began to run towards the gate. And at the gateway of Tracy, he began to regurgitate. Yo, wait. Yo, Jeff, wasn't you late? Raph, what do you say? You're safe. Now, out, didn't depart his lips. I looked at my monkey and said, you're a trip. Rhymes are bumpin' and all so funky. Yo, we're just chillin'. Talkin' about me and my monkey. Chillin', bundlin' bundles. Yesterday, we met Georgia the Joker. He was wick, wick, wack. And worse than that, he had a D on his chest and a D on his back. My monkey jazzed. He's downright pestle. The jungle's the water, the monkey's the pestle. Pesty pop-up, pumpin' that patch. Attack, strap, no flash. Let's match. I mention, what a scratch. You're in. What, man? Let's go play catch. You're gettin' all the subs. Give me what you got. Okay, my fault. Back to the plot. It was hot in the spot. Safari hat. In case I got caught. And it's called a gangbang. I would've gladly fought. Let me tell y'all the lesson. If George got taught. Became in contact with George. He began to attack. And come to think of it. As a matter of fact. When we arrived in the jungle. We had on our safari hat. The monkey's smart. They never ride bareback. Did you fear Georgie Floyd? On a straight up tip. I socked him. I smacked him. And gave him a kick. Picked him up. I smacked him again. And he slipped. How fast was the jazz? That was quick. The quickness. You're in. Hurry up. Give him another hit. Cause George made it a crowd. We could've stayed a little longer. But he wasn't allowed. Pow. Right in the kiss of that. So I'ma hit you if I miss you. Don't worry. Cause the second time. I'ma get y'all. Rumble bundle. And you won't choke me. You can't win. You dummy. Cause it's me and my monkey. Went off on an expedition. You could say it was a journey. Or a jungle mission. Life's ain't exciting. So full of ambition. The story is kicking. Boys sit back and listen. I saw a vision. Of a jungle in my mag tissue. A victim of certain status. Automatic addiction. Wishing. For a jigging position. So we can make. A hissing incision. Petition was written. Avoiding restriction. Against a collision. Of a jungle technician. What are you getting at boy? Talk to chicken. You're whistling Dixon. Nah I'm whistling Dixon. In prison. It's the truth. Not fiction. This technician. Was throwing a connection. Pissing a fit. Was not finger licking. Boy I know you were scared. I was straight up chicken. Chicken. I wondered what my monkey was thinking. Position was stinking. My monkey was sinking. Sinking. In the earth like quicksand. So tell me that you ran boy. I wish I could've ran. Or just gave a leap. And just got away. Wasn't good. Well I guess you could say. Bam. In the flash. Your phone's like cement. Cracked the crest. And the nipple was decent. Safe. Safe just like a prescription. We were gone. With no suspicion. Missing. Like that when we were whistling. With no permission. For this decision. Cancel my order. On that subscription. See you later. And feast like Nixon. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. Boy. We out here. Chicken ain't come out your underwear. And let me hear you sing. Oh yeah. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waves are like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. You're waves are like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. When you're walking in the air. You're waving like a chicken. When you're walking in the air. When you're walking in the air. Where you're walking in the air. Two waves are like a chicken don't care. And if you're a brain. You're a brain. You're a brain.