Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

it was MUURRRDAAAA scene yellow tape up
some punks robbed a thug and got ate up
front steps 4 bodies all them niggas sprayed up
bullet hit him in the back and pushed his fuckin fade up
im a murderer a killa and recently a drug dealer
stitch the knife wounds and let the fuckin slugs kill him
see shit out here gets real fuckin crucial
body bags toe tags plus mad funerals
c in the killas eyes if u soon to die
stiff arm with a knife and the nigga will b petrified

ima goon like plies mainly just ghoulish
yall niggas like ashanti your foolish
waist type area oh thts where the tool is
gold chain on frame like im wrkin for the cool kids
im the islest or the illest huh?
im on the villa in a village where ther killins and dealins
made niggas willin to do the stealin
and if im high in the clouds im not new to feeling
writin songs while high like my pen on auto pilot
and the weed that i toke well its all violet
hop in the bed wit ur wife phone on silent
party pooper talk shit guns spray off violence
i hopped up in the car told my cheuffer to the bottom
killas around the corner and its obvious there plottin
and all yall niggas is oblivious to the problem
ashes bowl catch em all like pokemon i got em

mother give me chores chopped bodies in the garbage
if u breath and move well then ur a target
all my niggas shtupid but they all marksmen
my shit fluffy no seeds urs is dead and hardened
beat is xlax gimme diarrhea of the mouth
on the beats like the synth u hear from down south
baggy clothes same jeans nigga that is all out
and the hunger in me that i speak wit well its all drought
and yall niggas i am sick with a dysfunction no erectile
and u always wit the boys like u was a pedafile
banger at home and he doesnt wanna stay a while
chop u like a crocdile so u dnt wana c him smile
i drag bodies but yall niggas just drag files
differant colors no matchin ass nigga thts not style
i need a great punchline to just go ahead and end it
the beat is dead no cold case or forensics

i had a marraige wit rap and arrogant cats
who claim they strapped with them terrorist gats
they distant like where on the map tearin thru hats
clean out ya ear wax to hear fear facts and hard crack
now how bout that spittin like a 40 cal no safety
banger im totin in my hand so no waisty
wasting misplacing ya spinal casing in basements
im erasin and steadily pacing a nation to damnation
creatin a safe haven to track rapin and weed blazin
im sayin im fuckin straight ravens blacks bird wit no hatian
im not a racist cuz my work is all caucasian
coke to fill a sand box so my niggas not playin
and that deagle can break a niggas wrist
im ill drop more mixtapes then dat piff
wat i live by is lines made from dat spliff
and even old heads realize that im that kid

yea mad niggas standin round ya gravesite
i do drugs and sometimes i so fuckin hate life
them blood niggas alrdy got them read stripes
and im beatin niggas in the game like i had a lead pipe
u can catch me in a trench in the dead of night
on the otha side of the street aimin wit the right
what nigga? get ya fuckin life correct
acid had me trippin like red crips do wit they sets
and im gettin fetti moola deniro
and im high like a muthafuckin supa hero
my crew gambinos and im the boss don
cookin in the kitchen like shallah raekwon
and the pots filled wit coke just like my lines
and im spittin straight piff just like my dimes
40 on the waist baby 9 in the pocket
blow thru ya brains and pop ya ye sockets

(HOOK)
my niggas we get mad bread
and we'll paint the whole town red
take a blunt to the head
and we'll paint the town red

paint the town red witta niggas blood shed
bussin off the fuckin tech aimin at ya fuckin neck
then im aimin at ya fuckin leg then bangin at ya fuckin set
the grim reaper gate keeper so which niggas fear death?
cuz this nigga fearless break fake niggas spirit
slicin off ya ear and cartilage is tearin
ha! the illest nigga in the hood
bury out back ull b the illest nigga in the woods
yes and im the illest nigga in the burbs
ill shoot u dwn the illest nigga on the curb
and im a champ but i dont box in that ring
cuz u know ya boy got more bars then the bing
like fuck a punchline its crunch time nd u lunch time
shoot a cop in his head like bball pick up 5
and my 5 go to the 9 like ya daily job
so run ya pockets like they goin for there daily jog

my shoes are gucci my hat is louie
im off of a bean and im feelin kinda screwy
beef? i dont drop it no huey
i spit like a martian hawk patoowey
im a pill popper a real G hip-hopper
im lookin for boppers avoidin the coppers
employed wit the mobsters forreal im a monster
i ghost all my smoke so it prolly will haunt ya
more guns then contra salute to the king
im choppin them things have me up in the bing
if u move unto my crew you are done dude
i will just hunt you and smoke u like blunts do
i am too ill and i just pop pills
and i will slang crills for them dolla dolla bills
im tired of u talkin my nigga its simple
i am so gone im poppin like pimples

i am a real g so yes i tote steel
if u know police then u will get killed
ur shit is fake my shoes are real
u cud get jumped like fuck how you feel
im back on my bullshit spittin a full clip
my clip is all full but bitch it cud spill
im so fuckin zooted smoke clouds polluted
i am dumb shtupid henessy fluid
u shudnt have started ur dead and departed
i am a marksman and u r a target
i am so foreign mauris fuck jordans
i catch mad bodies like bitches thats whorin
my swag is so strange every bitch stare
my jewels are compared to the county fair
hell nah theyre perfect more like the circus
i am an alien im just same on the surface

pistol on my side and thats a 38 snub nose
hit the party bacardi spillin on my club clothes
and i dont give a fuck i dont cuff or love hoes
im not into robbin niggas but i do sell drugs tho
smoke pills caine heroaine in the veins
leave blood stains and slump frames for chump change
cuz ive been the illest nigga cuz i walk that walk
40 on my side and you dont wanna hear that thing talk OWWWW

pistol on the right six shooter on the left
slide thru ya back then burst thru ya chest
khaled type crew my niggas the best
ive been thru that guns thing lil boy im a vet
and ya wife get back shots my nigga im sexin
mausberg witta flu sneezin thats the kids weapon
u not around then we robbin ya bst friend
have his hands in the air like he askin a question

I-D-G-A-F give a fuck i am the best
haze in my system and it really hurts my chest
you virgin lungged niggas dont smoke this
cuz ull be stuck i mean it is potent
im in the club lil mama ya im scopin
dreams of smashin that ya im hopin
drink in my left blunt in my right
hazey ass eyes im groovy outta sight

(HOOK)i dnt give a fuck i dnt give a fuck
i dnt give a fuck let me get fucked up
im high im wavey
and my attitude is fuck you pay me
i dnt give a fuck i dnt give a fuck
i dnt give a fuck let me get fucked up
i drink i chug
tipsy as fuck fill up my cup

i dont give a wat? nigga ull get cut
cuz nigga us a punk and the shotty will just dump
i feel like im high cuz i be levitatin
i smoke that fire like its grown by satan
waitin for ya boy to spark nigga im not waitin
u got a little chain but my nigga u not cakin
i walk like the boss don him self free my nigga max
belt on my waist but thats not my only strap

i am a goon nigga still the boss tho
niggas sayin i got that old school floss flow
push me to the limit u on ya rick ross flow(i feel u)
jacob on my right dont ask how much it cost yo
chain red white and blue my nigga pledge allegiance
i spit straight crack so my listeners is fiendinm
beat that nigga ruger? my nigga u is dreamin
beam on the D-E niggas steady schemin

listen we got dem gunnas bwoy thats wa-wat ya runnin for
cuz ya boy make it rain it pours
i th-thought i told ya boy imma fuckin soulja boy
and im gettin arab money plus i hold a toy
and all yall niggas scared of me and niggas i bang wit
plus niggas i smoke wit and them niggas i slang wit
if we got a problem go call up ya gang kid
cuz i dnt give a fuck my bullets give face lifts
check my neck and my bracelet lil boy i stay shinen
pump up ya brakes so then i start grindin
and then i start rhymin tick moneys on timin
fiends get thru the lines so they nose is a lineman
ya go ahead call up ya team and ya kids
cuz ill kill all ya dogs like i was michael vick
and if u aint talkin money then wat u sayin is random
throw ya flag up like the national anthem

and im back in the phantom NBA baller
tell ya CREW wat to do yeaaa im a shot caller
had money in the summer spent it all by the fall
and got it right back wit the 40 to ya jaw
put the 40 to my jaw but mine is a ounce
chest full a liquor give ya boy his usual bounce
money comin double its an unusual count
and my guccis turn heads like an unusual sound
my weed is presidential green as the esparragus
my coke flown over like coming to america
if u diss the mauris then leave witta black eye
come witta couple niggas leave wit some clapped guys
i o u? my nigga all i ask is why
if i say u not gettin ntn then dont even try
i mean im a hustler by blood so ya i lie
and i get money in knots like ropes thats tied