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Monster

 

Monster


Okay
Church, what up?
Ah, fuck

There's a monster under your bed
And you're not sure if you'll wind up dead
You got demons and they're right upstairs
So you're suicidal, it's quite unfair
So you're drinking this liquor to numb all the pain
And it's getting you sicker, it fucks with your brain
So you deal with the symptoms and hope it'll change
You get back at the bottom and relapse again
The devil keeps waking you up in your sleep
No matter what you cannot run from the beast
Like, are you alive or just stuck in a dream?
I swear to God, this is a fucking disease
You're better off staying inside, it'll spread
The voices keep yelling inside of your head
You want 'em to stop, you been trying your best
Like, "Why the fuck are you crying again?"
Angels you had no longer exist
The monster inside makes it harder to live
You keep getting closer to calling it quits
You're trying to hide all the scars on your wrist
It hurts you to think, all you want is to choose
So you slide in a slug in a shotgun to shoot
And at this point you think this is all you can do
Till you look in the mirror and the monster is you

I'm a monster, motherfucker I'm a monster
Come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window
And I'm shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I'm on one
I'm a monster, motherfucker I'm a monster
So come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window (Church)
And I'm shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I'm on one

My attitude has changed, I used to be the nice guy
But now I turned my stove to so high, and I grin wide
When I mind fight these wise guys, bitch get burnt like fast food fries
They got sneezed on and overcooked 'cause the cook's still fried from last night
The game is sick [*cough*] it's got bronchitis
I took my vitamin C, you couldn't touch me, ain't no Midas
I'm not the biggest in the game but that's how I like it
'Cause they don't know if they don't or do wanna fight me
This country bumpkin gonna fuck you up like you cheated on my sister
And I'm walking, toting a stick like Buford Pusser was living
Yeah, I'm rich now, got a couple cars from Italy
But I'm still Tennessee pimping in that dually 250 motherfucker
I'm loving the backlash, fuck 'em up like a trick in the bag, smashed
So fly, can survive a plane crash
And when I hit it from the underground, they begging me to rehash
Big check the cash for the bank account, I need a O positive blood fountain
To the game dry, the award shows got zombie bodies laying on the ground
I got a pimp cane and I sit round
What if I was made to annihilate this whole town?
Hit the strip of Music City with some baddies 'bout the business
Fuck the system, Nashville want a outlaw? You 'bout to get it, bitches

I'm a monster, motherfucker I'm a monster
Come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window
And I'm shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I'm on one
I'm a monster, motherfucker I'm a monster
So come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window
And I'm shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I'm on one

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