Monster

I shoot the lights out
Hide til its bright out
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Oh, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
Bitch, Im a monster, no-good bloodsucker
Fat motherfucker, now look whos in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, heres one for example
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands
Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
Less talk, more head right now, huh
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And Im bout to take it to another level, bitch
Matter who you go and get, aint nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
And my only focus is stayin on some bogus shit
Arguin with my older bitch, actin like I owe her shit
I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent
Chick came up to me and said, 'This the number to dial
If you wanna make your number one your number two now'
Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it 'Malibooyah'
Goddamn, Yeezy always hit em with a new style
Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon do now?
Whatever I wanna do, gosh, its cool now
Know Im gonna do, ah, its the new now
Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
Cause youll never get on top of this
So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus
Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
Im livin in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my ass
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert (Yeah)
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows Im a motherfuckin monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
None of you niggas have seen the carnage that Ive seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
Rape and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
Love, I dont get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
Millin about, spillin they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
Ima need to see your fuckin hands
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, Im in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, Ill eat your brains
Then Ima start rocking gold teeth and fangs
Cause thats what a motherfuckin monster do
Hair dresser from Milan, thats the monster do
Monster Giuseppe heel, thats the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And Im all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if Im fake, I aint notice cause my money aint
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my moneys so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
Thats how these niggas so one-track-minded
But really, really I dont give an F-U-C-K
'Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-shes fake'
'She on a diet,' but my pockets eatin cheesecake
And Ill say, bride of Chucky, its childs play
Just killed another career, its a mild day
Besides, Ye, they cant stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am should ménage Friday
Pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, Im a motherfuckin monster
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I, I crossed the limelight
And Ill, Ill let God decide
And I, I wouldnt last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Headed home)
I, I crossed the limelight
And Ill, Ill let God decide, cide (No)
And I, I wouldnt last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Head home)
I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight)
And Ill, Ill let God decide, cide
And I, I wouldnt last these shows
So I, I am headed home