[Verse 1]
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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 big 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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A D H D, hydroxycut
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Pass the Courvoisi'
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In A A with an A K, melee, finna set it like a playdate
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Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday
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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
[Chorus (1)]
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Monster
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You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster
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I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster
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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 dancefloor, and on the Louis V carpet
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Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
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Blood on the dancefloor, and on the Louis V
[Verse 2]
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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 at 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 the guy with the 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
[Chorus (2)]
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Monster
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You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster
Gb Db Ebm
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster
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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 dancefloor, and on the Louis V carpet
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Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
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Blood on the dancefloor, and on the Louis
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If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
[Verse 3]
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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 The mo
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therfuckin' 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 flier
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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 a chainsaw
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'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack 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, 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 But I tell a bitch I'll
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marry her if she'll bury her
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Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
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Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair
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Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray
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'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
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Got 'em 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
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
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Get the shaft like a steering column
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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 gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle
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I stack chips, you barely got a half eaten Cheeto
[Outro]
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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 want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage
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I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him
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Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake
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Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em
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And I 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 out of me
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You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
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And be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it would 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 blowin' 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 I'm not
afraid to pull the
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Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', haha