Ugh you're a monster
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I can swallow a bottle of
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alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
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Better hit the deck
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like the card dealer
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My whole squad's in here
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walking around the party
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A cross between a zombie apocalypse
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and big Bobby The Brain
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Heenan which is probably the
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Same reason I wrestle with mania
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Shady's in this bitch
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I'm posse'd up
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Consider it to cross me
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a costly mistake
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If they sleepin' on me
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the hoes better get insomnia
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ADHD hydroxycut
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Pass the Courvoisi' Hey hey
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In AA with an AK melee
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finna set it like a playdate
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Better vacate
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retreat like a vacay mayday
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This beat is cray-cray
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Ray J H-A-H-A-H-A
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Laughing all the way to the bank
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I spray flames
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They cannot tame or placate the
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Monster
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You get in my way
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I'ma feed you to the monster Yeah
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I'm normal during the day
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but at night turn to a monster Yeah
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When the moon shines
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like Ice Road Truckers
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I look like a villain
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outta those blockbusters
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Godzilla fire spitter monster
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Blood on the dance floor
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and on the Louis V carpet
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Fire Godzilla fire monster
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Blood on the dance floor
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and on the Louis V carpet
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I'm just a product of
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Slick Rick and Onyx
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told 'em lick the balls
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Had 'em just appalled at
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so many things that pissed 'em off
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It's impossible to list 'em all
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And in the midst of all this
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I'm in a mental hospital
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with a crystal ball
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Tryna see will I still be
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like this tomorrow
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Risperdal voices whisper
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My fist is balled back up
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against the wall pencil drawn
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This is just the song
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to go ballistic on
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You just pulled a pistol on the guy
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with the missile launcher
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I'm just a Loch Ness
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the mythological
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Quick to tell a bitch screw off
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like a fifth of Vodka
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When you twist the
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top of the bottle I'm a
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Monster
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You get in my way
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I'ma feed you to the monster Yeah
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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
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Blood on the dance floor
|
and on the Louis V carpet
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If you never gave a damn
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raise your hand
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'Cause I'm about to set trip
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vacation plans
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I'm on point like my index is
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so all you will ever get is
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The motherfuckin' finger Finger
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prostate exam 'Xam
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How can I have all these
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fans and perspire
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Like a liar's pants I'm on fire
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And I got no plans to retire
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and I'm still the man you admire
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These chicks are spazzin' out
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I only get more handsome and flier
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I got 'em passin' out like
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what you do when you
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hand someone flyers
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And what goes around comes around
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just like the blades on a chainsaw
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'Cause I caught the flap
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of my dollar stack right off the bat
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like a baseball
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Like Kid Ink bitch
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I got them racks with so much ease
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that they call me Diddy
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'Cause I make bands
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and I call getting cheese a cakewalk
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Cheesecake yeah
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Bitch I'm a player
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I'm too motherfuckin'
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stingy for Cher
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Won't even lend you an ear
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ain't even pretending to care
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But I tell a bitch
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I'll marry her if she'll bury her
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Face on my genital area
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the original Richard Ramirez
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Christian Rivera
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'cause my lyrics never sit well
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So they wanna give me the chair
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Like a paraplegic and it's scary
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call it Harry Caray
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'Cause e'ry Tom and
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Dick and Harry carry
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a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
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Got 'em swearing up and down
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they can spit this shit's hilarious
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It's time to put these bitches
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in the obituary column
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We wouldn't see eye to eye
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with a staring problem
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Get the shaft like a steering column
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Mark Jack
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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 Beats
|
with a maxi single
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Look at my rap sheet
|
what attracts these people
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Is my gangster bitch
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like Apache with a catchy jingle
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I stack chips
|
you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto
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| Fill 'em |
