I shoot the lights out Hide 'til it's bright out Whoa, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? [Rick Ross] Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles Kanye West samples, here's one for example Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know (I'm a motherfuckin' monster) I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Kanye] Uh, the best livin' or dead, hands down, huh? Let's talk more here right now, huh? And my eyes more red than the devil is And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch Nuh-nuh, who you goin' get? Ain't nobody cold as this Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus shit Arguin' wit' my older bitch, actin' like I owe her shit I heard the bitch the same raps you gave the track, mayne Bought the chain that always give me back pain Fuckin' up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane Chi nigga, but these hoes love my ac-cent She came up to me and said, "This the number two dial" If you wanna make it number one, you're number two now This that Goose and Malibu, I call it Mali-boo-yeah God damn, Yeezy, I will hit 'em wit' a new style Know that motherfucker well, whatcha gon' do now? Whatever-ever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now Then I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out 'Cause you'll never get on top of this So mami, best advice is just to get on top of this Have you ever had sex with a pharaoah? I put the pussy in a sarcophagus Now she claimin' that I bruise her esophagus Head of the class, and she just want a swallowship I'm livin' in the future, so the present is my past My presence is a present, kiss my ass Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know (I'm a motherfuckin' monster) I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Jay-Z] Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience Question: What do these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense Really, you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder murder, in black convertibles I Kill a block, I murder the avenues, ah Rape and pillage a village, women and children Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these niggas I made millionaires Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air All I see is these fake fucks with no fame Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins (sniffs) I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to bag you bastards Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it Everybody know (I'm a motherfuckin' monster) I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert Profit, profit, nigga, I got it Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands at the concert I'ma need to see your fuckin' hands [Nicki M] Pull up in the monster, automobile gangster Wit' a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer First things first, I eat your brains And then I'ma start rockin' gold teeth and fangs 'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do Hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and a monster crew And I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face And if I'm fake, I ain't noticed, 'cause my money ain't So let me get this straight: Wait, I'm the rookie? But my features and my shows ten times your pay? 50K for a verse, no album out? Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it Hotter than the Middle Eastern climate, violent Twenty mataran, dutty wine it, wine it Nicki on the pit is on a sign it Yo, these niggas so one-track-minded But really, really, I don't ever f-u-c-k Forget Barbie, yeah, fuck Nicki, she-she's cake She on a diet but my pockets eatin' cheesecake And I'll say, "Boy, the Chucky is child's play" Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides, 'Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you and Ewing should menage Friday Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for (Aaaaah!) I'm a motherfuckin' monsteR!

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