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Monster Lyrics - Artist : Merkules
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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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