Monster

(album: The Insane Asylum - 2013)

In the nighttime, I don't write rhymes I killa
Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala
Don't be caught at the bus stop with no weapons
Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then fucked if a nigga bust in your section
I'm from the west coast where you never know when's your death day
Blood niggas, and Crip niggas, and eses with the wet thangs
Little niggas thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and shit
Everybody said "Fuck everybody" so now everybody put to sleeping shit
Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me
I could be alone by myself where you do it for my health, but I still represent for the B
All stay lit for the brainsick
Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too
Oh yeah we got eses too
Oh yeah we got Pirus too
Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too
Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too
Motherfuckas that'll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya
Niggas who ain't ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is:
"Nigga you a monster"

Everybody said
"Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleeping shit

From under the bed
Teeth up in your back

Everybody said
"Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleeping shit

Behind you in the dark
Reaper to the max

Everybody said
"Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleeping shit

From under the bed
Teeth up in your back

Everybody said
"Fuck everybody"
So now everybody put to sleeping shit

(If flesh is best when bloody)
Make a mess, and yes it's funny
You are death the rest are running
Your a monster

Fuck, we ain't feeling tasty
It's reloading and relocating
Stay strap down with some shit that'll cave your face in
They try to knock me down, but I won't fall
Catch your ass in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off
They say you blessed, and you're here for a reason
I say "yup, yeah I know that's to leave theses niggas bleedin'"
Ain't no passes, just hundred round drums and caskets
And amigos tattoos get burnt to ashes
Block monster
Baby hey whores and macks, and the baby cater thing with the Mickey Mouse trap
Yeah I'm that double cinnamon rolls for you don't-knows
Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose
That's why I'm every head busta favorite rap nigga
Better ask the streets if I'm a motherfucking rap nigga
And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that bitch
Have my niggas that'll stay trill

Trill up they label me the accurate
Cause where I be at Logan avenue it's crawling with goons with pap-bats
It's scary walking to school where there's dudes with blue flags
Come through and clack-clack at any nigga standing around when the shit bracks
Soft he's dead ghost like the walking dead cause of the homeboys I'm here walking with
But to get infected they will write you lead
It's in your head with the can sted
So inevitably I'm an LPB
It's your destiny where you from around my street
Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double O-D
Rob Zombie like shit, Stephen King'll write this trip
How I live, shave a niggas wig with the forty-six I was suppose to kick it back for my nigga kill out with his bitch
Round here niggas can't flip that's a urban survival tip
Labeled a terrorist since the gang put me on that list
Can't get a job, can't leave the town, so a nigga's bound to risk
Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a bitch
So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness
Cause it's hard being around niggas that act like mar guai when they wet. triv