American Monster

Yo I think it’s time to break in my brand new knife set Lo Key known to slice flesh and bite necks And that’s just my mic check, it ain’t even night yet Oh you wanna fight? Bet. Leave you fuckin’ lifeless Face down in a crimson pool I don’t freestyle I consume pills and booze Found a couple whack rappers and I killed a few And if you’re a whack rapper then I’ll kill you too Drain you in my bathtub and I filled it with formaldehyde Boil up the blood, into soup with some falcon eyes Brand new blade, the motherfuckers galvanized Cut the head off, now the motherfucker’s travel sized I feel satisfied, on to the next one This ain’t like Jay Z this is like REDRUM This is like dead nuns, hanging by they necks son I am American Monsta, you best run! American Monsta, American Monsta I let you beat me in a battle then I follow you home Run you over with my Eldorado, swallow your soul Tippin’ back a little vodka as the saga unfolds And now your bodies like my whisky bottle Hollow and cold, yo The real Hitchcock of hip-hop not breathing Just roaming the earth void of all reason Fuck contacts, I pour bleach in my eyes And let the chemicals seep into my fuckin mind And in the public eye, you’re just a wannabe Actin’ all crazy but you’re scared to go in front of me Screamin in your videos and making funny faces Huh, I just laugh at ya knowin’ you a fake bitch “Oh my God dude”, “what?”, “Lo Key’s on that hater shit I ain’t heard him rap like that since fuckin’ ’86″ All you motherfuckers running round sayin’ “Fuck Loke” Might wake up with a cut throat, bitch American Monsta, American Monsta