Monster (feat. rick ross, jay-z, bon iver & nicki minaj)

I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

Bitch, I'm a monster, no good blood sucker
Fat muthafucker, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungle, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West sample, here's one for example

Gossip, gossip
Niggas just stop it
Everybody knows (I'm a muthafucking monster)
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga I got it
Everybody knows, I'm a muthafucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands

The best living or dead hands down, huh?
Less talk more head right now, huh?
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level bitch
There you go again, ain't nobody as cold as this
Do the rap and the track triple double, no assist
But my only focus is staying on some bogus shit
Argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her shit
I heard the people sayin' raps are gettin trap mayne
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
Fuckin' up my money, so yeh I had to act sane
Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent
She came up to me and said this the number two
If you wanna make it number one, your number two now
This that goose an' malibu I call it Malibooya
God damn, Yeezy
How I hit em with the new style?
Know that muthafucker well, what you gon' do now
Whatever ever I wanna do, Gosh it's cool now
Nah, gonna do, uh, its a new now
Think yo muthafucker really really need to cool down
'Cause you will never get on top off this
So mommy best advice is to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharoah?
I put the pussy in a sarcophagus
Now she claiming I bruise her esophagus
Head of the class and she just want a swallowship
I'm living the future, so the presence is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my ass

Gossip, gossip
Niggas just stop it
Everybody knows (I'm a muthafucking monster)
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga I got it
Everybody knows, I'm a muthafucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong
Lochness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question what do all these things have in common
Everybody knows, I'm a muthafucking monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
None of you niggas know where the swamp is
None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still here fiends scream in my dream
Murder, murder in black convertibles
I kill a block, I murder avenues
Rape and pillage a village, women and children
Everybody wanna know what my achilles heel is
Love, I dont get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and blood suckers
All I see is these niggas I've made millionnaires
Milling about, spilling there feelings in the air
All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
Tryna draw blood with my ice cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

Gossip, gossip
Niggas just stop it
Everybody knows (I'm a muthafucking monster)
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
Profit, profit, nigga I got it
Everybody knows, I'm a muthafucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands

Pull up in the monster
Automobile gangster
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Ok, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a muthafucking monster do
Hairdresser from Milan, that's the monster do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and the 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 notice, '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 Barbie's gotta climb it
Hotter than a middle eastern climate, find it
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it
While it, Nicki on them titties when I sign it
Have these niggas so one-track minded
But really, really, I don't give a f-u-c-k
Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, she's fake
She's on a diet, but her pockets eating cheese cake
And I'll say Bride of 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 Am 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
I think this is what you live for
Ah, I'm a muthafucking monster

I-I crossed the line-line
And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide
I-I wouldn't last these shows
So I-I am headed home

I-I crossed the line-line
And I'll-I'll let God decide-cide
I-I wouldn't last these shows
So I-I am headed home