| I was younger, probably seventeen or eighteen
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| Representin' scrub life, everybody hate me
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| Night after night, I would stress, I
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| Should’ve been at a party, but I wasn’t that type of guy
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| I wanted to be a ninja, and I wanted it severe
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| I challenged myself all the time, it was weird
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| I’d be layin' there in bed, I’d tell myself I was weak
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| Unless I run right now, out the house, and booked down the street
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| And up the hill, in the park, about two blocks away
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| Sometimes still in my socks, there goes J
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| Scootin', on a self-made ninja mission
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| My dog runnin' with me, we hit the ignition
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| And fly nonstop up to the top, with the quickness
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| Something I had to prove to myself, call it a sickness
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| But there I was, proud as can be, arms spread
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| I yelled «Warrior!"as loud as I could
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| And one night, I walked my girl to my car
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| Clouds speedin' through the sky, unusually dark
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| Cold, wicked, and windy, and you know I was bummin'
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| I just wanted to sleep (No!), but then I knew what was comin' (No!)
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| Got in bed, then it started in my head (No!), I fought it
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| Told myself I’m a neden if I don’t do it, and I bought it
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| Out the door, I was flyin' like a thief in the dark
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| Cut across the lawns to jumpstead the beat of my heart (Woo!)
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| Got to the top and yelled, it wasn’t like other nights
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| I yelled «Warrior!"but somethin' wasn’t right
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| A huge gust of wind almost put me on the ground
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| I was noided runnin' back down, but didn’t fuck around
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| I was halfway back home and stopped to catch my breath
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| When I seen it, a real life creature of death
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| A fuckin' monster, stompin' out of the woods behind me
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| I’ll never forget it, you won’t need to remind me
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| Like a bigfoot, arms mad long and scary
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| As tall as a stop sign, big and hairy
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| I was gone, thought about bangin' on peoples' doors for help
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| But what the fuck they gonna do? |
| I’m in this shit by myself
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| I ran up in my house and laid up under the window
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| Right there in the dark, and all I hear in the wind blow
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| All that «warrior"shit, I probably conjured up a demon
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| He came to fight and saw me run off like a bitch, screamin'
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| Is he still out there, who knows? |
| I called Nate the Mack
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| He came over in the Nova with the shotty in the back
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| I jumped in, we bounced, and to this day, y’all
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| I don’t know if anybody believes it when I say
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| I saw a monster, it was gonna kill me, feel me?
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| I was out of that bitch, it couldn’t come near me
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| I saw a monster, yeah, I guess it could’ve been fake
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| But who the fuck would be willin' to do all that it would take?
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| I saw a monster, and it would’ve ripped me in pieces (Shit)
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| If I would’ve stayed to fight it, and that is my thesis
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| I saw a monster, and I’ll never be the same
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| It’s embedded in my brain, it will forever remain
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| It was a monster
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| And there you go, a true story from the streets of Detroit
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| I swear to God, I saw a monster
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| But for all you haters and nonbelievers and haters out there
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| Fuck you if you don’t believe I’ve seen a monster
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| That’s real |