MonsterS by ThaRealJayhawk Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I'm killing it with another Silver Krueger beat
With lit bars that're adding more fuel to heat
Whenever I'm roasting these motherfuckers for you to eat
Call it a barbecue cuz I'm roasting you, I knew you'd meet
Your demise, see there is a fine line between us, you see?
I'm clever enough to come up with rhyme schemes like a pull string
You're dumb enough to nose dive into the great blue sea
When I take out Mac-11's, Tech Nines and Uzis
Better duck or run or something, I dunno
Or I'll shoot you so much, your new name'll be John Doe
Don't fuck with John though, believe that I'm not a Joe Blow
Worship me like a God, then you have to kowtow
To me, hold onto that conversation, put a pin in it
Quit your bickering, bitch, stop making your mouth quivering
Whatever you saying is fading away, it's withering
Besides, what you're saying anyway is sickening
(Verse 2)
"I'm taking these bullets and I'm aiming it-" at you
Bless you! My apologies, I forgot that I'm allergic to
Bullshit "But I kill shit!" That's a fallacy too
You're just red rocketing into outer space fool
I'll clock you into the next month like it's April
This needs parental advisory, it's X-rated, Eipril
Pray you won't get sodomized, I'll pay, pal
Don't lean on me to use stirrups like maple
Fables are all I am hearing, it's made my ears bleeding
Demons ripping my eardrums apart and they superseding
I tried to convince him not to get out, I was pleading
Them not to come out, but they just ain't conceding
They told me not to proceed, but I'm make 'em receding
Into the abyss that is my brain, I tricked 'em into convincing
That that was the entrance to the part that's succeeding
Of course I had to be misleading
Words are like guns aimed at your forehead when I'm composing
So keep calm and do everything you don't do, everything's opposing
Otherwise shots'll be fired in your body'll be decomposing
Comply and you'll be saved, that's all I'm proposing
"You won't do shit" I got the stones" but they ain't rolling
Like paper, so imma be blunt, I ain't fucking joking
I'm sick, multiple doctors diagnosing
My diseases, this is a sickness that I'm hoping
I don't get cured of, I don't want the damn vaccine
Put my seed into the forbidden fruit like an achene
She sucking my dick like she drinking out of a canteen
Now she's wetter than a fully soaked Marine
And more caked up than makeup, maybe it's Maybelline
Maybe it's the fact that every line I spit'll be obscene
And if you don't like the fact that I'm unclean
Imma say "Fuck you, now suck me"
(Verse 3)
It's my destiny for me to be Speedy Gonzales and outwit
Lyrical slaughterhouses, what do you know about it?
What you're doing is an illusion cuz you're counterfeit
Those monsters back in the intro we're ready to commit
Homicidal shit cuz they're sitting in the cockpit
Blood is being spilled, that's that red stuff that emits
Out of everyone, lemme draw it out like a picture
Wanna leave? Not until I dismiss
You from the premises, call me a bouncer
Like a ball, baby, make you cry when you encounter
The likes of me, now clean up your mess like a shower
You didn't hear me? Lemme use a bullhorn and say it louder!
"You mess with the bull, you get the horns", said the radio announcer
I'm hitting home runs while you just hit grounders
I'm as powerful as Bowser when I'm using free beats like a scrounger
Too many words? Ya better be looking it up like an internet browser
(Verse 4)
I'm gonna be deliberating upon how to be making the end of this song
Should I do a speed verse?... Naw, that'll take forever cuz I like to make it long
I ain't ever going to be making this a good ending cuz what if I spit wrong?
Fuck it, one more and it's done, then so long
I'm killing it with another Silver Krueger beat
With lit bars that're adding more fuel to heat
Whenever I'm roasting these motherfuckers for you to eat
Call it a barbecue cuz I'm roasting you, I knew you'd meet
Your demise, see there is a fine line between us, you see?
I'm clever enough to come up with rhyme schemes like a pull string
You're dumb enough to nose dive into the great blue sea
When I take out Mac-11's, Tech Nines and Uzis
Better duck or run or something, I dunno
Or I'll shoot you so much, your new name'll be John Doe
Don't fuck with John though, believe that I'm not a Joe Blow
Worship me like a God, then you have to kowtow
To me, hold onto that conversation, put a pin in it
Quit your bickering, bitch, stop making your mouth quivering
Whatever you saying is fading away, it's withering
Besides, what you're saying anyway is sickening
(Verse 2)
"I'm taking these bullets and I'm aiming it-" at you
Bless you! My apologies, I forgot that I'm allergic to
Bullshit "But I kill shit!" That's a fallacy too
You're just red rocketing into outer space fool
I'll clock you into the next month like it's April
This needs parental advisory, it's X-rated, Eipril
Pray you won't get sodomized, I'll pay, pal
Don't lean on me to use stirrups like maple
Fables are all I am hearing, it's made my ears bleeding
Demons ripping my eardrums apart and they superseding
I tried to convince him not to get out, I was pleading
Them not to come out, but they just ain't conceding
They told me not to proceed, but I'm make 'em receding
Into the abyss that is my brain, I tricked 'em into convincing
That that was the entrance to the part that's succeeding
Of course I had to be misleading
Words are like guns aimed at your forehead when I'm composing
So keep calm and do everything you don't do, everything's opposing
Otherwise shots'll be fired in your body'll be decomposing
Comply and you'll be saved, that's all I'm proposing
"You won't do shit" I got the stones" but they ain't rolling
Like paper, so imma be blunt, I ain't fucking joking
I'm sick, multiple doctors diagnosing
My diseases, this is a sickness that I'm hoping
I don't get cured of, I don't want the damn vaccine
Put my seed into the forbidden fruit like an achene
She sucking my dick like she drinking out of a canteen
Now she's wetter than a fully soaked Marine
And more caked up than makeup, maybe it's Maybelline
Maybe it's the fact that every line I spit'll be obscene
And if you don't like the fact that I'm unclean
Imma say "Fuck you, now suck me"
(Verse 3)
It's my destiny for me to be Speedy Gonzales and outwit
Lyrical slaughterhouses, what do you know about it?
What you're doing is an illusion cuz you're counterfeit
Those monsters back in the intro we're ready to commit
Homicidal shit cuz they're sitting in the cockpit
Blood is being spilled, that's that red stuff that emits
Out of everyone, lemme draw it out like a picture
Wanna leave? Not until I dismiss
You from the premises, call me a bouncer
Like a ball, baby, make you cry when you encounter
The likes of me, now clean up your mess like a shower
You didn't hear me? Lemme use a bullhorn and say it louder!
"You mess with the bull, you get the horns", said the radio announcer
I'm hitting home runs while you just hit grounders
I'm as powerful as Bowser when I'm using free beats like a scrounger
Too many words? Ya better be looking it up like an internet browser
(Verse 4)
I'm gonna be deliberating upon how to be making the end of this song
Should I do a speed verse?... Naw, that'll take forever cuz I like to make it long
I ain't ever going to be making this a good ending cuz what if I spit wrong?
Fuck it, one more and it's done, then so long