| Ugh, you're a monster
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| I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
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| Better hit the deck like the card dealer
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| My whole squad's in here, walking around the party
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| A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The
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| Brain" Heenan which is probably the
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| Same reason I wrestle with mania
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| Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up
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| Consider it to cross me a costly mistake
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| If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia
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| ADHD, Hydroxycut
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| Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey)
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| In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
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| Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy)
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| This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
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| Laughing all the way to the bank, 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, 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)
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| When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
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| I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
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| Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
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| Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet
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| Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
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| Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet
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| I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
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| Had 'em just appalled, did 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 with a crystal ball
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| Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?
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| Risperdal, voices whisper
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| My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn
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| This is just the song to go ballistic on
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| You just pulled a pistol on a guy with a missile launcher
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| I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological
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| Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka
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| When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a
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| Monster
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| You get in my way, 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)
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| When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
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| I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
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| Godzilla, fire spitter, monster
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| Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet
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| Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
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| Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet
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| If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand
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| 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
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| I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is
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| The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)
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| How can I have all these 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 and I'm still the man you admire
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| These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer
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| I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
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| And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw
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| 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
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| Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
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| 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)
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| Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
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| Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care
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| But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her
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| Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
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| Cristhian Rivera, '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, call it Hari Kari
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| 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em
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| Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious
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| It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
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| We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
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| Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster)
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| Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
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| Evil half of the Bad Meets
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| Evil, that means take a back seat
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| 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 'Gangsta Bitch' 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 with the venom and eliminate 'em
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| Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
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| I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage
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| I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade
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| I'm fittin' to kill 'em and dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake
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| Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade
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| I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
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| But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway
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| 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill
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| I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
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| You're bringin' the killer within me outta me
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| You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me
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| Or be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be
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| Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter
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| When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
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| Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
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| A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
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| I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable
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| You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blown up like an inflatable
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| I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
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| I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
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| I'm not afraid to pull a—
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| Man, stop
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| Look what I'm plannin', haha |