Bh, I'm a monster, no-good blood-sucker Fat m*******r– now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example:
Gossip, gossip, na just stop it Everybody know I'm a m****g monster I'm-a need to see your fg hands at the concert I'm-a need to see your f*g hands at the concert Profit, profit, na I got it Everybody know I'm a m*******g monster I'm-a need to see your fg hands at the concert I'm-a need to see your f***g hands
The best living or dead hands down, huh Less talk, more hd right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm about to take it to another level, bh No matter who you go and get Ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple double no assists And my only focus is staying on some bogus st Arguing with my older b**h, acting like I owe her st I heard that people sing raps to give the track pain Bought the chain that always give me back pain F*g up my money so yeah I had to act sane Chi na but these hoes love my accent Chick came up to me and said "This the number to dial If you wanna make your #1 your #2 now" Mix that Ge and Mu I call it "Malibooyah" G*n, Yeezy, how he hit them with a new style? Know that m*******r well: "What you gonna do now? Whatever I want to do. Gh! It's cool now" Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you m********s really really need to cool out Cause you'll never get on top of this So mommy, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sx with a pharaoh? Put the p*y in a sarcophagus Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus Head of the class and she just won a swallowship I'm living in the future so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my as
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question: What do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you n*s know where the swamp is None of you ns have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Mr, mr in black convertibles I kill the block, I murder the avenues I re and pillage your village, women and children Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and blood-suckers All I see is these n*s I made millionaires Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fs with no fangs Trying to draw blood from my ice-cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you b******s up
Pull up in the monster automobile, gangsta With a bad b*h that came from Sri Lanka Yeah I'm in that Tonka color of Willy Wonka You could be the king but watch the queen conquer OK, first things first I'll eat your brains Then I'm a start rocking gold teeth and fangs Cause that's what a m*****g monster do Hair dresser from Milan that's the monster do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't notice cause my money ain't 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 money's so tall that my Barbiez got to climb it Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wylin' Nicki on them titties when I sign it That's how these ns so one-track-minded But really really I don't give a F---K Forget Barbie, fk Nicki cause she's fake She's on a diet but her pockets eating cheesecake And I'll say bride of Chucky is child's play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides 'Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you and Am should ménage Friday Pink wig, thick as, give them whiplash I think big, get cash, make them blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for I'm a m**********g monster