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[Verse 1] I'm the monster out of Cloverfield, so for real F*cked up, I don't even know how sober feels Smother Asher Paul Roth with a fabric wash cloth That I previously used to wash my ass and balls off I'm just a dope rapper, in class chasin' a math teacher With a protractor then copy the notes after So hot you'll think that I freakin' sleep on a burner Want beef? I'll force feed a vegan a burger Slaughter on the mic, I don't need a reason for murder So A.D.H.D, that I need at least a conserver It's Chris Webby, brain dead but still deadly My sh*t's heavy, pop pills and twist heddies So kick and slap me b*tch, I'll take it like a masochist Then turn around and smack you with the mic that you be rappin' with Cause I'm the opposite of pacifist, choke a ho, slap a b*tch Then leave the room laughin' after it Like what ! [Hook] For myself, I have no regrets Time has taken what it soon forgets A gambler's paradise in short venue [Verse 2] I get up on the beat and I blaze the mic quickly A serial killer takin' blades to Rice Krispies An Arabic terrorist in America If you wanna get at this, (Woof!) I'm triple dog darin' ya I'm a character like Mickey, Donald, Goofey Wren and Sippy, Snoopy, Captain Planet, b*tch you best salute me I'm a loopy looney-tunes with screws-loose, super soakin' dudes deuce I'm Michael Vick with Blues Clues I'm a mothaf*ckin' monster man Get it poppin' like the guns playin' Contra man Contraband, stuck in my pipe so let me light it Got a dark passenger like Dexter, why fight it Lightsaber, swipe it like Qui-Gon-Jin (Skurr!) burnin' rubber til I ride on rims Brim to the side, got a sack to spark I'm cold-blooded, you can find me in Jurassic Park Like what [Hook] I sit alone and hear the sparrow sing No way of knowing what tomorrow brings I leave my solitude upon his wings [Verse 3] My wisdom exceeds all you dumb MC's I'm young too, but sh*t I've been rappin' since 3 Since the youngest Jonas Brother was still in his mother's uterus And Miley Cyrus was in diapers, b*tch I ain't new to this I'm what you get when you mix alcohol and nicotine Aderall, Ecstasy, Marijuana and Creatine Acid, Percocet, Vicodin and Ambien Shrooms, MDMA and toss a Xany in Then you got me, mind clinically dumb man I can count my brain cells on one hand But I drop sick bars, homie, so you gotta look B*tch, I be nicer with the ink than an Octopus I'm that villain out the comic book creepin' Crawlin' out the flames like a demon, breathin' Flames out my mouth so nobody could touch me A mix of Buffalo Bill and Bundy, trust me [Hook] A poet's pleasure is to hear in time The painter pictures what he's left behind I close my eyes and it all leaves my mind |