Lyrics for Spooky Spooks and the Trouble With Capitalism by King Fantastic :
[Intro: Killer Reese]
Do the jigaboo. Jigga what jigga who?
You know the jigaboo. n*gga what? n*gga you
Make an ass of yourself, show yo teeth lil monkey
Keep talking like a spook
Make it funny for these honkeys

[Chorus: Killer Reese]
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off

[Verse 1: Killer Reese]
I don’t write songs about cute sh*t
I write “lace up your boots” sh*t
Get ready to rock. It’s war time
It’s like “a n*gga kick down that door” time
I got bad broads, I’m a rich n*gga
Couple bucks don’t mean sh*t n*gga
When you bleedin’ out and you hit n*gga
Cause the cut don’t say that you a b*tch n*gga
Them diamonds look like prime ribs for an unemployed killa with five kids
Now he the wolf, you the sheep
And when you sleep, old boy gon’ eat
So I don’t floss, I’m not the boss
I’m flyin’ low, they ain’t got to know
That I’m over here sittin’ on a million plus
Cause I know what they’ll do for a million bucks
Me too, salivating
Countin’ your money in my mind waitin’
A few motherf*ckers might call it hatin’
n*gga call it what you want, I’m calculating
If you got that and I want that
I’ma click-clack and come get that
I don’t need no enemies walking around
Execution style, no get-back

[Chorus: Killer Reese] X2
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off

[Verse 2: Killer Reese]
We livin in strange days when not much pays
And a small population got all the wealth
And your favorite rapper, he callin’ you broke
f*ck how you livin’, he off himself
He’ll f*ck your girl, n*gga you ain’t sh*t
You ain’t never flew on a private jet
n*gga you ain’t never spent twenty stacks at the club
You work a nine to five? n*gga you a scrub
You hearin’ that and it’s sinking in
The love in your heart starts sinking then
Now you plottin and you plannin
And all that malice starts sneaking in
You wanna be Jay-Z and Kanye
You wanna thick yellow b*tch like Beyonce
f*ck the down broad that you had on your team
You make the first fame whore your fiance
You want two chains and new cars
You wanna bullsh*t with a few stars
You wanna sip Rozay and pop pills
That kinda life is not real
That’s no soul, no control
That’s spinnin’ unhinged in a vortex
That’s a minstrel show, while the ones that know
Choosing which lil monkey they can whore next

[Chorus: Killer Reese] X4
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Show yo chain off monkey, show yo chain off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off
Now pop the top of that latest champagne off