Mitchy Slick - Monster lyrics

[Verse 1] In the nighttime, I don't write rhymes I k**a n***as rapping thinking that sh** is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala Don't be caught at the bus stop with no weapons Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then f**ed if a n***a bust in your section I'm from the west coast where you never know when's your d**h day Blood n***as, and Crip n***as, and eses with the [wet thangs?] Little n***as thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and sh** Everybody said "f** everybody" so now everybody put to sleepin' sh** Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me I could be alone by myself [where you do it for my health?], but I still represent for the [beak?] All stay lit for the brainsick Oh yeah we got Crip n***as too Oh yeah we got eses too Oh yeah we got [pyros?] too Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too Motherf**as that'll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya n***as who ain't ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is: "n***a you a monster" [Hook] Everybody said "f** everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' sh** From under the bed Teeth up in your back Everybody said "f** everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' sh** Behind you in the dark Reaper to the max Everybody said "f** everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' sh** From under the bed Teeth up in your back Everybody said "f** everybody" So now everybody put to sleepin' sh** [Verse 2] (If flesh is best when bloody) Make a mess, and yes it's funny You are d**h the rest are running Your a monster ([f**, we ain't feeling tasty?]) It's reloading and relocating Stay strap down with some sh** that'll cave your face in They try to knock me down, but I won't fall Catch your a** in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off They say you blessed, and you're here for a reason I say "yup, yeah I know that's to leave theses n***as bleedin'" Ain't no pa**es, just hundred round drums and caskets [And amigos tattoos?] get burnt to ashes Block monster [Baby hey who*es and macks?], [and the baby cater thing with the Mickey Mouse trap?] Yeah I'm that double cinnamon rolls for you don't-knows Ain't no tapping out, this the life I chose That's why I'm [every head busta favorite rap n***a?] Better ask the streets if I'm a motherf**ing rap n***a And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that b**h [Have my n***as that'll stay trill?] [Verse 3] ([trill up they label me the accurate?]) Cuz where I be at [logging?] avenue [it's crawling with goons?] with [pap-bats?] It's scary walking to school where there's dudes with blue flags Come through and clack-clack at any n***a standing around when the sh** [breaks?] [Soft he's dead ghost like the walking dead cuz of the homeboys I'm here walking with?] [But to get infected they will write you lead?] [It's in your head with the can sted?] [So inevitably I'm an LPV?] [It's your destiny where you from around my street?] Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double O-D Rob Zombie like sh**, Stephen King'll [write this trip?] [How I live, shave a n***as wig with the forty-six I was suppose to kick it back for my n***a k** out with his b**h?] [Round here n***as can't flip?] that's a urban survival tip Labeled a terrorist [since the gang put me on that list?] Can't get a job, can't leave the town, so a n***a's bound to [risk?] Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a b**h So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness Cuz it's hard being around n***as that act like [mar guai when they wet. trip?]