[Verse 1: King Julien]
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 pokе of my finger
Can turn your temple to a gigantic gravеstone

[Verse 2: King Louie]
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

[Verse 3: King Julien]
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

[Verse 4: King Louie]
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