I shoot the lights out, high till it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Bitch I'm a monster, no good blood sucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumble Say it was simple, cheers one for example Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Uh, the best livin' or dead hands down, huh Let's talk more here right now, huh And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm bout to take it to another level, bitch No matter who you goin' get, ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double no assist And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' with my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain Mark the chain, that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money, so yeah, I had to act sane Shy nigga, but he's holdin' my axane Shit came after me and said, this the number two dial If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now Miss that goose in Malibu, I call it Malibu, yeah Goddamn easy, I would hit him with a new style Know that motherfucker well, what you gon' do now? Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Not gonna do, gosh, it's new now Nigga, you motherfucker really, really need to cool down 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 sex with a pharaoh? Put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claimin' that I bruise her esophagus Head of the class and she just want a scholarship I'm livin' in the future, so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question, what are these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp, just stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder and black convertibles I kill a block, I murder the avenues Rape and pillage a village, women and children Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs Tryna draw blood from my ice cold fangs I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you back Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I get it Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands Pull up in a monster automobile gangster With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in a thong, I color out Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer First things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rockin' gold teeth and fangs Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster do Monster, Giuseppe Hill, that's the monster show Young money is the roster in a monster crew And I'm pull up, pull up, pull up in the bank with a funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't know this cause my money ain't Yo, let me get this straight Wait, I ain't no rookie But my features in my shows, ten times your pay The DK for a verse, no album out Yeah, my money so tall that my barbies gotta claim it Hotter than the Middle East, then claim it, find it Twenty, my Tyron, Dottie, whine it, whine it Nicki on them titties when I sign it All these niggas sell one track, mind it But really, really, I don't give a F-U-C-K Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, she's fake She on a diet, ball her pockets, eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, boy, the Chucky is Charles Play Just killed another career, it's a mile day Besides Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and EM should menage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, 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 motherfuckin' monster I, I, crossed the line and died And I, I, let God decide I, I, wouldn't last these shows So I, I, am headin' home I, I, crossed the line and died And I, I, let God decide I, I, wouldn't last these shows So I, I, am headin' home I, I, crossed the line and died And I, I, let God decide And I, I, wouldn't last these shows So I, I, am headin' home