Ugh, you're a monster I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Mark Jack) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi, single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me And be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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- Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha 2:20
gh, you're a monster I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby The Brain Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the Hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, h-a, h-a, h-a Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (Ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper But my fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera ' 'Cause my lyrics never sit well so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft out like a steering column (Mark Jack) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him I'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in a lake Obliteratin' everything, incineratin' and renegade 'em And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the recieving of me, what stupidity, it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 Man stop Look what I'm plannin' (Haha)
For those in need: I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in a lake Obliteratin' everything, incineratin' and renegade 'em I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 a-, man, stop Look what I'm plannin' (haha)
❤(lyrics)❤ Ugh, you're a monster I can swallow a bottle of - and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this -, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier In AA with an A-, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the- (ayy) Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the - Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a - on the guy with a missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a - screw off like a fifth of v- When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire, and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink -, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake, yeah) B-, I'm a player, I'm too m- stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a - I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face in my - area, the original Richard Ramirez, Cristhian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam - dictionary on 'em Swearing up and down they can spit, this - hilarious It's time to put these - in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger-happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my Gangsta - like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm - again, nobody will evade I'm finna - 'em and - all their - bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me outta me You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, - you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, -, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 a- Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha
here is the lyrics I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake!) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 a-, man, stop Look what I'm plannin' (haha)
Yes, you're right... I'm a bit fucked up Prone to various things How to be wise in this sick world You don't have to be a bastard to have more Personal development here is a success Usually you don't want to... feel less sorry for yourself I felt strong again Whatever... I'm careful female dog gets to you faster I bought cigarettes again And that's all I got out of what I fucked up last night I wake up wet again I can be bad too I could have achieved more, but I won't worry The world is changing, something is holding you Can't keep up the pace I just want to live in peace Some can do it, others will still be stuck in it And don't say that this is the way of things Repeat this when you find yourself face down in a puddle without food and soul The forgotten will eventually forget about you They will calmly bring flowers for some time They will even pray What do you need to grow up? You're never ready for everything Use your head so you won't be surprised later You're fucking crazy I won't be able to open my eyes If he tells you to jump off a bridge So will you jump? Here comes the Herd, go your own way, be like a tornado Build your own eldorado when others only dream I often think about what makes me happy Life turned out differently than I planned Well... that's what happens Youth is curiosity about life Growing up is not an easy thing The environment taught us how to fly, but also how to fall They said you must have a tough ass When things were going wrong, everyone suddenly disappeared The world is letters and numbers, silent battles With someone or with yourself It shapes the person you become What do you want and what rejects you? Sometimes you come back with wet shoes Sometimes you need a break And sometimes sit down and listen They say that everyone is born, given a chance Someone is born with a good start right away Someone is born and cries... Half seriously, half jokingly Something is wrong here You are raised by your neighborhood Your closest one Cards scattered, confused What will fate bring you today? Life is crazy You can do anything On paper, one thing Second... is reality Happiness is being born where you can sit peacefully Because when you stand for a long time, your ankles start to swell He goes to sleep when you don't have anything to do Flip a coin, what do you choose, heads or tails Learning and development is power You won't build success if you moan A real torment... With us...people...brothers and sisters What's wrong with us... Sometimes there is no one to show a good role model You get the cat in the bag and start all over again The routine of life is killing you, you feel it inside There are so many unnecessary things We're wasting our energy on this shit The way we are to ourselves... it's sad The chances are equal..... Don't tell me you believe this nonsense Times are cruel... Now and before... We create our own space We don't have to do that, I want to finally feel at peace I want to feel shivers down my spine We all want a better life... What gives you freedom, what gives you happiness Just like you I don't know what will happen tomorrow In our rush, we miss important things Nothing explains anything to you Everyone just looks at everyone else... Everything two three at once So much senseless suffering around... You better take it easy Lost meaning of life... we want more and more... Giving less and less, giving a damn about the rest It's more convenient, it's better For you because you don't waste time while running You keep running without any goal Then don't ask why... You can laugh with confidence There will never be enough for people like you It looks a bit weak But it's for a better life... People don't know which way to go anymore Everyone above everyone else, my mind is empty Everything's like drinking water They're putting bullshit on you everywhere They only want to take your receipt You wave your hand at it... it's nothing Tomorrow you'll wake up in shit Surprised because how can you harm yourself like that? You will point the finger and say that you will never do that What is this all about... They effectively close your eyes more and more They don't have to tell you that you can't get over it We want a better life, but what does that mean? Material things, holidays Fuck what effectively destroys us Fucked because you don't have to watch it up close anymore Running over spent shells... What the fuck is in the price today.... Empty bullshit... Benefits kill the dream Have something to say? I invite you to the stage Empty bullshit... We lack courage Willingness... because we have our own difficult issues Let's be better for each other Let's not allow ourselves to be suppressed Let's fight evil with good I will help if I can, I will help if I need to Some people don't need much... And life will get better Little things, little happiness Hold them firmly in your hand
[Intro] Ugh, you're a monster [Verse 1: Eminem] I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisier (Hey, hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the [Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem] Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a [Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem] Monster You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [Verse 3: Eminem] If you never gave a damn (Ayy), raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyer I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em Swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (Monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil, that means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me outta me You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 a- [Outro: Eminem] Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walking around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (ayy, ayy) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the Monster (ayy) You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em, "Lick the balls" Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster (ayy) You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake), yeah Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care But I'll tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well So they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary On 'em swearing up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me Or being the recievin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', haha
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake!) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable 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 a-, man, stop Look what I'm plannin' (haha)
(Godzilla) by: Eminem I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Better hit the deck like the card dealer My whole squad's in here, walkin' around the party A cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby, "The Brain" Heenan which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Consider it to cross me a costly mistake If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, Hydroxycut Pass the Courvoisi' (hey, hey) In AA, with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play date Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (ayy) This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames They cannot tame or placate the (ayy) Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire-spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off It's impossible to list 'em all And in the midst of all this I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Risperdal, voices whisper My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn This is just the song to go ballistic on You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a Monster You get in my way? I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster (yeah) When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers I look like a villain outta those blockbusters (Godzilla, fire-spitter) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet (Fire, Godzilla, fire) monster Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet If you never gave a damn, raise your hand 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans I'm on point, like my index is, so all you will ever get is The motherfuckin' finger (finger), prostate exam ('xam) How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire And I got no plans to retire, and I'm still the man you admire These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier I got 'em passin' out like what you do, when you hand someone flyers What goes around, comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flaps of my dollar stack Right off the bat like a baseball, like Kid Ink Bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake!) Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretendin' to care But I tell a bitch I'll marry her, if she'll bury her Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Christian Rivera 'Cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Carry 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry Carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Got 'em swearin' up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Get the shaft like a steering column (monster) Trigger-happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Evil half of the Bad Meets Evil That means take a back seat Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle I stack these chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Fill 'em with the venom, and eliminate 'em Other words, I Minute Maid 'em I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em, I'm dumpin' their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me You don't want to be the enemy of the demon Who went in me, and be on the receiving of me, what stupidity it'd be Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
Nhạc của tao cháy từ địa ngục xong rồi bay thẳng xông lên thiên đàn! Như ngọn lửa bất tử không bao giờ tắt Chịu nhiều gian khổ Tao cũng không buông hàng
