Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

ive been to hell and back learn to scrap from flippin packs
and i got the money in my louie nap sack
oh you a gangsta? you really wanna act that
you can shoot at me but im like ja i clap back
and if u really want the tooly to ya face
then back the fuck up and let me reach for my waist
metal in ya mouth like a brace how the fuck it taste
start sprayin in his eyes like some fuckin mase
yes im the best im steady jabbin at ya temple
its simple talk shit and i spill out ya mentals
you gon have to hustle harder to pay for ya dentals
and even fuckin harder to afford my instrumentals
but i get u fam u on ya cum up shit
but u talkin to much u on that gunned up shit
roll up to ya house and shoot the front up kid
killed ya seed and ya wiz so u can tell im heartless

ima beast and im so far from normal
i can tranform you like steepin thru a portal
titan in this rap shit yall niggas is just mortals
he a killa? he say hes on his murda shit sorta
i make it rain my nigga it is pourin
pull up in the new ride my nigga it is foreign
im so high in the sky my nigga i am soarin
broken safety tec 9 kill niggas outta boredom
guess what? im legendary so nigga be wary
cuz if u actin scary front page and the obituarys
ima fucking goon make car tunes like loony toons
he really actin out? my g will die VERY SOON
i got them big guns that cud clear out ANY ROOM
bag ya wife sister and mother ya boy gets any poon
and im a champ bullets give ya dome lethal incision
its frying in the pot but my nigga we not cookin chicken

im in that mazzaratti
pullin to the paaaartttyyy
sippin on bacarrrddddiiii
smokin on paaaarrrssllleeeeyyy
im barely been on this earth enuff to sell out
i got bars so i could show u wat jail bout
oh you got an ounce gun bang time out
gimme the cash and the piff for i blow ya spine out
ya my nine out wit my diddy bop
bazooka shit take out a whole city block
tappin down ya pockets see wat yall really packin
run ya fuckin pockets or my nigga im blastin
black rover under the seat gotta mac 10
that stay steady clappin on niggas who want action
and im askin my g u really want this
u think u can beat me? for real lets be honest

back on my bull shit and i dont really care
i leave u elevated if u give me them stairs
my piff is imported so u know it be rare
i stay with the fire like a dragons lair
BURR im so cold call me mr frosty
im not kelis but ya boy steady bossin
i mean im bossy wrist game costly
my nigga im flossin and yall boys is tossin
salad eat rappers to calm down my pallet
anybody can rap but yall lack talent
i said talk shit it cud get violent
then the whole fuckin crowd went dead silent
im wilin the cal is on me no way u stylin on me
bars like rikers i got the island on me
im a grimey nigga and its neva been shower time
pounds a purp connects like power lines

i made her say ahhh open wide
and u alrdy know i am that guy
and the bitch betta not even try
cuz i am a dog and i will not lie
i made the nigga say ahh screamed in tears
while i stuck the 45 to his beard
and i blew his brains out on the steps
and u already know his friend is next
and im totttiiinnnn the tec
and ill opeeennnn his neck
fuck you annnndd your set
dont step outside witout ur vest
cuz illll kiilll yooouuu
they like you needa chill dude
and i say naaah fuck dat
and then i bussst back
like im a beast fresh out the zoo
bullets blowin thru fresh out ya crew
like who knew this nigga was a bad kid
ya raps dont even rhyme they sound like adlibs
nice wit the pen stabbin up the pad kid
get a 9 to 5 an nigga quit rappin
im not a bitch nigga but ill slap him
i dont like ya performance but ill clap him
and im trappin blastin with the mac 10
u grippin on the waist but yall niggas not packin
plus yall niggas like dress pants SLACKIN
and my niggas not bloods but we STACKIN
and my weed put me in the trees outerspace
juelz and wayne ya boy cnt feel his face
so blazed off of the strawberry haze
and my skinnys is rude like kanye on stage
and my dude im high im zooted
so much smoke that be pollutin
u can bring all ur marksman and get real stupid
but lights camera action and then we shootin

niggas is bangin they set iz all colored up
so if them red see the blues well they gon gun em up
we aint funnin cuz either that or u reppin blood
red rag on the right big bs thro it up
or maybe u a king nigga gold like my chain is
see we flamin guns go off nigga they bangin
i dont rep nuttin but i know alotta b niggas
i dont start gunnin until i start to see niggas
i got aim so wat the fuck im sprayin for
run up in ya house masked up and take the raw
got a choppa in my trunk thatll send u to hell
and toss bullets like quarterbacks in the nfl
u drop alotta shit but yo shit dont sell
when i load up all im thinkin is go kill
and all these gang niggas want is money snapy
and if they cant make it they take it wit da ratti

from L-B to NYC
everybody got they flags and they duckin the D's
and all i smoke is them leaves no crack im not a fiend
and all i do is rob kill and stack up my green
im mean rude and a muthafuckin menace
work wit da cops? i only pay off the lieutenant
i get paper in the mail like envelopes and letters
two steppin witta 40 ounce clutchin my beretta
hold ya head up red up aim for the neck up
i give out pills like doctors after check ups
u cud get wet up u thro the wrong set up
i leave ya og shot down if he step up
chop him up then throw his bitch ass in the dumpster
after i get him buck like one of those damn krumpers
and now i take his bread u neva wondered
till i clap that thang thang blood rain guns thunder

So Much Bud to Break Up
yeaaaaaa
listen sittin on a boat flyin in a plane
sittin in the traf dippin thru lanes
nigga do the math im pitchin all the caine
nigga take a bath grippin on them thangs
mean u gettin wet wet like a water park
niggas talkin shit to me but they dont wanna start
and then niggas wanna hate homie this the funny part
cuz i got a couple bucks and aint even stuntin hard
homie im a beast so much bud to break up
dealin all the kush not hard to cake up
niggas need to eat put ya fuckin plate up
my bitches get cut witout puttin the blade up
im a favorut first round draft pick'
u in the front lines bound to a casket
u dead in ya bed bound to ya matress
my life is like magic urs like a hat trick
records all platinum sheets made of satin
rhymes all copywrited my flow is patent
niggas is slackin niggas be actin
niggas gotta couple bucks 45 packin
fresh ass trues feet in the black dunks
fresh ass juelz choppa in the back trunk
eat a rapper whole bitch niggas my lunch
eat a rappers soul plus bitch niggas get punched
six whippers which one back pack six guns
hit u witta clip son rip ya head and bitch done
im sittin in the 45 bitch rubbin on my thigh
ya nigga gettin super high weed taste like lemon lime
im swag surfin chillen hangin 10
and u in the crib chillen payin rent
im in the club smokin gettin bent
high like superman gettin my clark kent

Eat you alive
imma eat you alive just like hannibal
rappers for lunch a monster a cannibal
if u was so hot you wud have a fan or 2
if u smoked alot u wud have a gram or 2
if u fought alot u wud have a hand or 2
and if u talked alot ud be in the sand my dude
if u was a diamond ud be in my band
if u popped theyd put u in the can
(HOOK)
im chompin on ya gristle chewin thru ya sinew
dig into ya tissue eat u wit no issue
my nigga im a missle i just explode
i run the planet i jog on the globe
swing on his face get em on the ropes
attire so fresh cleaner then the soap
hungry like an alligattor swimmin in a moat
kill u and ya girl then start shootin at ya folks
im in the closet but i am not a faggot nigga
coke make him bug out like a maggot nigga
ya im strapped my nigga 40 on my lap my nigga
i will slap a nigga straight body snatch a nigga
soul clap a nigga saran wrap the work'
ill leave u murked put u in the dirt
like im the newboys gun jerk his shirt
im a fuckin monster in the shadows i lurk

this is killa muzik

this is thrilla muzik spine cold chilla music
this is rip ya muzik out the shadows get ya muzik
this is baghdad rifle all gilly suited
hit u in the head fuck if i move my units
im super stupid plus i am crazy high
wavey goin both ways like a nigga bi
yes a nigga fly well well a nigga try
trigga finga like when im gon make him die
im seein dollar signs and thats the bottom line
ill make u recline put you outta ur mind
im outta my mind outta these dimes
my beats is crack like im stealin ur lines
and im a 5 star so higher in rank
ive had a list of people i aspire to shank
had em runnin thru the house im firin blanks
i smoke so much my whole attire is stank
im slidin on stage high off wat ya admire to blaze
im lightin them Ks up like its christmas day
im flippin pigeons yay puffin on a clip of haze
weed is all blue like my nickles crippin babe
im a differant type u kno a new species
im a thousand hungry rotweilrs wit no leashes
im the richest nigga u eva seen wit no peices
im the nigga that leave u stretched like u over reachin
ya im over decent fuck that im over great
ill put u on the beef like u sittin over steak
i am older hey nigga i just roll ya pay
my drums dumb like im over in the bay

i can transform ya

listen i can change ya like johnny dangers
grippin on my banger spittin it at strangers
drinkin out of anger hear comes the alcoholic
piss fucking drunk sippin on my vodka tonic
yea im all brolic i let the shotty load
i dont fight no more i let the shotty blow
i got 4 burnas like the top a stoves
im like old writin a nigga gotta scroll
yea im hard to fold hands like octopus
eight dubs of weed i call that my octo kush
hustla aint nothin that i cant push
i smoke mad weed but no reggie bush
i came to kill and ya mans read my look
thats why he on the shelf like a set of books
head mounted on my mantel hot like solar panels
yall niggas all squares like u rockin flannel
im real only thing i change is the channel
im hungry yall just slipped on like sandels
i am so ample i mean im so able
to keep so much bread like a kitchen table
snitchin to the cops yall niggas speakin fables
swag on point my glock match the label
dont fuck wit me im not mentally stable
u suck only thing u droppin is ya label
plus im on that syrup im not sippin maple
and ya boy ten times hotter then the month of april
and ya boy flow mad hot just like a sauna
got killa beats like chris brown and rihanna
i twist ya top off like bottles of fanta
see ya boy a problem and there is no answer
my flow intelligent spit all this witty banter
im sick of it like a clown with cancer

You'll like Dying

whennnn myyy sluugggsss are done
ull feel like dying ull feel like dyin

listen im in the shadows i am a creeper
i have no sole im a ripped up sneaker
'i have a new ride with so many features
im in a new game with so many leechers
ill snap CD's and break many records
put u in a fuckin box just like a checker
i am the ruler you cannot measure up
even if i slit ur throat ur not dead enough
im sick in the head enough dont push me nigga
ya thats what i thought u bitch ass pussy nigga
ya bones will crumble u r a cookie nigga
ull be all black and blue like a tookie nigga
i wanted to kill you all along im fated
fuck the world and flirt with satin
i dont give a fuck yall niggas stay hatin
im under watch like im on probation
there is no savior so dont pray
when u get killed thats where u forever lay
you will not ascend u will not elevate
guns will clear ya mind like u meditate
i pop champagne but no need to celebrate
successful or not im already in my grave
facing towards the sky not regretting death
i chug the bottle till theres not a drop left
straight alcoholic with a smokers chest
talk shit and ull catch a smokers left
i am the fucking best but still the fucking worse
only way im at peace is in a fucking hearse
money so long urs is so terse
ive been psychotic ever since my unfortunate birth
all my slugs are done you are finally killed
splattered all over ya cars window still

ice cream paint job

745 paint job all red
i bust mad guns it hits all heads
i mean im so dead dead serious
and the coke cut up on the mirror kid
its baghdad dougie like im s beezy
plus ill eat you alive just like lil weezys
my stacks mad fat urs a lil beefy
murder money call it chuckys cheesy
and im so breezy heart cold like a draft
countin up the money 2x the math
and i re upped wit 2 times the stash
and i sold it all for two times the cash
but thats what i do i cop then i sell the shit
fuck wit the flow shot to ya melon kid
tongue in the barrel lick a shot hella quick
lade wit big rims trunk like an elephant
and im serious u must be delirious
ill have all yall pussys bleedin just like a period
and im fuckin mean kg u hearin this
they was lookin for the greatest well nigga here he is
im thinkin of a title ice cream paint job
gun black mask i cud get ya bank robbed
it dont kill niggas homie it takes squads
they be strain down the barrel like they hate god
im the animal on the team like the mascot
'i got this shit locked nah pad locked
beggin for me to stop its kinda sad ock
nigga i hate pussys sorta like a FA-GOT
nigga im cold my attitude hostile
i got them old rocks call it dinosaur fossils
yea my shoes is all real ur shit is faulty
my nigga stack bills squad like chauncy

imma star

i thought i told ya i got bars
u sniffin ice i whip the raw
and she likes all my cars
ya boy is gone i am far(repeat)

listen im gone gun in my back pocket
got my 40 no safety i am that brolic
ya boy is shinen yes i am that polished
smokin on them flowers thru which i frolic
u too stupid to have the thought of college
theres the fatal flaw in ya pursuit of knowledge
im a heavy drinker i like the hypnotic
ya girl shake her ass have her hips noddin
i got them fifs poppin till ya wrist lockin
and my nine cockin until ya bitch droppin
crackheads is hooked just like phonics
ya boy rollin fast so my cars like sonic
and why you think im stoppin i aint got a problem
i took the title wit one tape they thought i robbed em
fuck ya sob story nigga the scene gory
i make it rain its pourin true res and mauris
i keep the guns like cory streets they employed me
and they the same people that stay tryna destroy me
and im sittin wit ET ya boy needa phone home
yes i am too high im in the twilight zone
i got that sweet ice just like a snow cone
u like a convertable nigga u get no dome
yea im a young nigga but i been grown
my coke and my bitch got the same skin tone
ill leave u wit stitches my nigga get sewn
my guns dont suck dick but ull get blown
imma star my nigga u shud get known
my bars steady elevatin like a sprint phone

its going down

trunk fulla kickers mouth fulla swishers
gotta big tool my life a motion picture
if u need a Q-P then holler at ur nigger
im pretty ill but my outfits alot sicker
listen mouth so clean like the listerine
im doin yard work yes man im cuttin green
nigga ill gut ya spleen cut ya wide open
bullets blazin keep my nine smokin
yea my street code well it is unspoken
trust no one sleep wit my eyes open
im scopin lookin for ya mans so i can kill em
im hopin im alone wit ya sisters so i can drill em
semen in they mouth my nigga i will fill em
my guns gonna pop him my nigga imma pill
i dont even re up nigga i just rob you
yes u r a pussy and so is ya squad too
sirens is the pigs i call them the hogs too
smoke in ya face my cars all fogged too
beat ya fuckin ass my nigga i will flog u
fresh out the swamp my crew out the bog too
chug patrone nigga we is celebraters
nigga its going down like a escalator
i dont trust you not even my fuckin neighbors
im gettin high easy just like an elevator
my shit is custom made jacob holla at my watch
k out the window let it holla at ya block
chickens in my whip holla at my cock
i dont fuck wit niggas who constantly just talk
im a genius to you well i only think
i cant fuck wit it unless its only pink
straight goose yea thats my only drink
leave the pussy drippin like a faulty sink