Ugh, you're a monsterI can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like GodzillaBetter hit the deck like the card dealerMy whole squad's in here, walkin' around the partyA cross between a zombie apocalypse and big BobbyThe Brain Heenan which is probably theSame reason I wrestle with maniaShady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd upConsider it to cross me a costly mistakeIf they sleepin' on me, theHoes better get insomnia, ADHD, hydroxycutPass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey)In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdateBetter vacate, retreat like a vacay, maydayThis beat is cray-cray, Ray J, h-a, h-a, h-aLaughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flamesThey cannot tame or placate the (Ayy)MonsterYou 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 TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetI'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the ballsHad 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em offIt's impossible to list 'em allAnd in the midst of all thisI'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ballTryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?Risperdal, voices whisperBut my fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcherI'm just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of VodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I'm aMonsterYou 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 TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetIf you never gave a damn, raise your hand'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plansI'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('xam)How can I have all these fans and perspire?Like a liar's pants, I'm on fireAnd I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flierI got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyersWhat goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stackRight off the bat like a baseball, like Kid InkBitch, 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)Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for CherWon't even lend you an ear ain't even pretendin' to careBut I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury herFace on my genital area, the original Richard RamirezChristian Rivera ''Cause my lyrics never sit well so they wanna give me the chairLike a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry'Cause every Tom and Dick and HarryCarry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionaryGot 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilariousIt's time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problemGet the shaft out like a steering column (Mark Jack)Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black inkEvil half of the Bad MeetsEvil, that means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, singleLook at my rap sheets, what attracts these peopleIs my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten CheetoFill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'emOther words, I Minute Maid 'emI don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rageI'm murderin' again, nobody will evade himI'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in a lakeObliteratin' everything, incineratin' and renegade 'emAnd I make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally illI'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorillaYou're bringin' the killer within me, out of meYou don't want to be the enemy of the demonWho went in me, and be on the recieving of me, what stupidity, it'd beEvery bit of me is the epitome of a spitterWhen I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into meA hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadableYou wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatableI'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadableI'm on the toilet bowlI got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in fullI'm not afraid to pull theMan stopLook what I'm plannin' (Haha)
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