Monster

(álbum: Space - 2019)

I'm on that I don't give a fuck mood
All these motherfucking haters sleeping on me
Call me when they come to
Tell these little clitorises what my [?] do
I'll eat 'em up, spit 'em out, then I'll come to
What's a big drop top to a little sunroof
Allergic to these haters, wait a minute man, hard truth
How many [?] does it take to pronounce you
Dead on arrival, stepping aside
For wrecking your life up [?]
You're rapping it nice tho
Stretching a tight rope
Around your turtle neck and leave you hanging
From a motherfucking lifepost
You can't save yourself so have yourself a nice toast
You want protection, you need 15 thousand Geicos
You had a fucked up day, let's see how your night goes
I'm picking a fight, you're lifting this [?]
I'll light a match and throw gasoline to fricking ignite you
'Cause you never been hot, you been warm all your life
You been trying too hard, you should call it a night
Or maybe call your parents up [?]
Then you spit all over a mic
You get it, faggot
I'm sick, magic
Your fake imagination
My brain's racing
I may place my hands around your face
And misplace hatred across this dang nation
Abrasion
Up raising hell
These cunts hate me, well
I'm not going anywhere so upset the scale
I upset the scale
You didn't get the memo?
I sent out the mail
I'm at the Mayo clinic tryna figure out what I'm so sick with it
I'm done man I'm done
Fuck this shit, it's getting really hot in this fucking room, I gotta go