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Ugh, you’re a monster

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I’ll feel like Godzilla

Better hit the deck like the card dealer

My whole squad’s in here, walkin’ around the party

A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby

The Brain Heenan which is probably the

Same reason I wrestle with mania

Shady’s in this b**ch, I’m posse’d up

Consider it to cross me a costly mistake

If they sleepin’ on me, the

Hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, hydroxycut

Pass the Courvoisi'(Hey, hey)

In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate

Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday

This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, h-a, h-a, h-a

Laughin’ all the way to the bank, I spray flames

They cannot tame or placate the(Ayy)

Monster

You get in my way? I’ma feed you to the monster(Yeah)

I’m normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster(Yeah)

When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

Godzilla, fire spitter, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

I’m just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told ’em lick the balls

Had ’em just appalled at so many things that pissed ’em off

It’s impossible to list ’em all

And in the midst of all this

I’m in a mental hospital with a crystal ball

Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?

Risperdal, voices whisper

But my fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn

This is just the song to go ballistic on

You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher

I’m just a Loch Ness, the mythological

Quick to tell a b**ch screw off like a fifth of Vodka

When you twist the top of the bottle, I’m a

Monster

You get in my way? I’ma feed you to the monster(Yeah)

I’m normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster(Yeah)

When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

Godzilla, fire spitter, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

If you never gave a damn, raise your hand

‘Cause I’m about to set trip, vacation plans

I’m on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is

The motherf**kin’ finger(Finger) , prostate exam(‘xam)

How can I have all these fans and perspire?

Like a liar’s pants, I’m on fire

And I got no plans to retire and I’m still the man you admire

These chicks are spazzin’ out, I only get more handsome and flier

I got ’em passin’ out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers

What goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw

‘Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack

Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink

b**ch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy

‘Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk(Cheesecake)

b**ch, I’m a player, I’m too motherf**kin’ stingy for Cher

Won’t even lend you an ear ain’t even pretendin’ to care

But I tell a b**ch I’ll marry her, if she’ll bury her

Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez

Christian Rivera ‘

‘Cause my lyrics never sit well so they wanna give me the chair

Like a paraplegic, and it’s scary, call it Harry Carry

‘Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry

Carry a Merriam motherf**kin’ dictionary

Got ’em swearin’ up and down, they can’t spit, this sh*t’s hilarious

It’s time to put these b**ches in the obituary column

We wouldn’t see eye to eye with a staring problem

Get the shaft out like a steering column(Mark Jack)

Trigger happy, pack heat, but it’s black ink

Evil half of the Bad Meets

Evil, that means take a back seat

Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single

Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people

Is my gangster, b**ch, like Apache with a catchy jingle

I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto

Fill ’em with the venom, and eliminate ’em

Other words, I Minute Maid ’em

I don’t want to hurt ’em, but I did ’em in a fit of rage

I’m murderin’ again, nobody will evade him

I’m finna kill ’em and dump all the f**kin’ bodies in a lake

Obliteratin’ everything, incineratin’ and renegade ’em

And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid

But don’t nobody want it but they’re gonna get it anyway

‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like I’m mentally ill

I’m Atilla, kill or be killed, I’m a killer, be the vanilla gorilla

You’re bringin’ the killer within me, out of me

You don’t want to be the enemy of the demon

Who went in me, and be on the recieving of me, what stupidity, it’d be

Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter

When I’m in the vicinity, motherf**ker, you better duck

Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me

A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me

I’m ’bout to f**kin’ finish you b**ch, I’m unfadable

You wanna battle, I’m available, I’m blowin’ up like an inflatable

I’m undebatable, I’m unavoidable, I’m unevadable

I’m on the toilet bowl

I got a trailer full of money and I’m paid in full

I’m not afraid to pull the

Man stop

Look what I’m plannin'(Haha)

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