Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

i fucked dis nigga up now he cant get up
punch him in his face just because he act tough
now i gotta tech so nigga what the fuck u want
i heard he talkin shit lets get dat nigga fuckin slumped
shot his CEO up now his ceo fucked
nigga im the king so i dnt fuck wit u jokers
these niggas talk to coppers fuckin witta problem
make tht bitch swallow AKA yo momma
holla at ya guala aka Snow dollaz
aka ill hit you with that muthafuckin choppa
they said they flow is piff so ill smoke em like a rasta
my violence got a virus thats why the mac pops-up

(chorus)
yeaaaaa oh lets shoot em
oh lets shoot em oh lets shoot em
yeaaa mug splittin muzik
i influence i influence(repeat)

no suspects no rounds the body neva found
niggaa thts enuff i aint breakin down an ounce
the cops searched me down ya bitch wipe me down
had to say a prayer cuz they aint spot the pound
ya boy in the hood goons all around
jump into the crowd like i scored a touch down
chill with them gang bangers real niggas coke slangers
ill kill these kids like im clutchin on a coat hanger
niggas neva scared me nd they prolly neva will
niggas not g's nd they aint got the heart to kill
ill b in ya whores mouth she suck it till im down
how yall niggas shooters but cnt afford no guns?

(chorus)

why u so hot? prolly cuz them shells hurt
talkin to da d's for guap thts fed work
u see the tech squirt then thts med work
ya body horizontal but ya soul vert
niggas hold work niggas hold weight
they dont show face if they owe cake
niggas runnin thru wit aks 40's twelve gauge
nd then talk about imma go straight
nigga its too late u dun skipped a chance
a clip his mans ak warm up my hand
aint no talkin homies have ya click hurtin fam
if niggas talk greasy they bout to get dirty fam
ill murda mans come thru black van
spit a free for a DVD and killa cam
niggas is stackin 100's up to the ceiling fan
a thousand dolla fake G's aint it grand?

listen im a psycho wacko waco
tre 8 go pop tires and shake hoes
im a boss don heavily armed wit cons
i bomb songs and slap nigs witta open palm
my niggs give applause when they clap r's
cuz yall flow is way to sweet candy bars
see im quick to set it off like arab baggage
that ak have ya hooptie doin gymnastics
short bus retard flow i been spazzin
i been grabbin all the stacks that u been stackin
slaughterhouse i dead beef when i palm heat
formally introduce ya brains to the concrete
and u aint my nigga if u dont pop spray
niggas waitin on ya porch like its a hot day
and i be in the hood my niggas cop yay
but u be snitchin on the deaalers u cop yay(oww)

whats good nigga i got flavors like skittles
ya bones to brittle but im that nigga
mauri flow plus i got that touring dough
and solve drama like the mauri show
yea u write rhymes but they boring tho
shoot yall dicks and put u in a glory hole
Whoa violate and meet my ACG's
we cool as gangstas u know AC G's
doin fine as wine addicted to the greatness
and the numbers keep comin like the matix
call my jeweler he'll tell u the clarity of my bracelet
and how i just gave a face lift to my jacob
ya girl got the germ like an amoeba
and my roof go 2 ways like a beeper
im tryna stiff arm the preachers and the leechers
all while gettin toppings like a pizza

ciroc on my lean
forty in my jeans
cashflow gettin green
yep im shtupid clean(repeat hook)

snow not cuz of wat i give to the fiends
yea im sick thats why im gettin green
lights and cameras when im on the scene
fights and robberys when im on a bean
ya drug game givin niggas nuttin but chump change
you dumb lames cud get choked wit ya gold chain
man ill keep spittin acid till the games slain
you suck dick i just sell blow and blow brains
yea and throw elbows to ya snot box
and then cut ya parts up like a chop shop
i just go to the booth and spill heat rocks
he put soda in his liquor so he cud pop shots
i chop blocks and cop rocks like non stop
ya drop flop u snort ox ya heart shocks
u hard stop u are not u adore cops
my beats rock u head bop i warned ock

blammer on the left of me hammer on the right of me
AK AK AK AK 47 them thangsll squeeze
nigga u dnt wnt action i be aimin tech
like smokin on dat angel dust ill leave ya mind wet
BET aint no nigga hot as this right chea
ill light up yo head like u had a good idea
its snow whoa just in time for the winner
light beef on fire FLambay him for my dinner
ow i beat ya girl up till the pussy got blisters
suckin on my wood till her lips got splinters
I Am....not a rapp singa
I AM ....dat muthafuckin nigga
i be rappin and snappin dippin and dashin gettin tht cheese
get magnums clickin and clackin they be blastin out yo knees
i like my girls like my weed fire wit no seeds
LEave ya block redded up like u rep them bIG B's (nigga please)

Got a tre five seven its up for the debate
like cookin on the grill it'll heat up ya face
you be chillin with them snakes and da fuckin jakes
hell yea i got cheese from fuckin wit da grate
yea itll shred u up like skateborders on turf
murk u like i mixed a bottled water with the dirt
my gun is a talker it loves to shoot the breeze
like im pitchin mids i be baggin up yo seeds
nigga i be packin heat suitcase and sweater time
homie im a perfect ten but my strap is a perfect nine
yea i be swaggin swayin to the right
give u a magazine if i get a bad vibe
RIGHHT if u aint ill leave dat nigga left
40 cal will check ya all in yaa chest
Yea home boy we nice wit the arms and the hands
put a body in ya strip like a fuckin lapdance

You talk like a mark move like a snake
act like a fake and you work like a jake
i swear my cash flow u never handlin
cuz ya all fake bitches straight mannequins
talk about he be managin the grams and then
niggas kick in the door tryna hammer him and blam at him
took every thing he pitchin now he bitchin
he aint have my cash so he snitchin
he tryna save his own ass niggas is so differant
story got mad holes in it i aint tryna hear it
said niggas hit him where the bruises on ya ribs
niggas aint run in his brib for 2 o's a mids
thats nuttin niggas just tryna stunt and
aint got no customers so they get blunted
talkin abt they get to dumpin or to the cuttin
you talk how u sell ya mids u always frontin

i start a new day with some eggs and a big blunt
and then a dutch dont forget to save all dem guts
and then i touch the bowl for some harsh hits
light a menthol and shoot the breeze with a martian
ya wife say she feel sexually deprived
and it's pitiful to the point she dont try
say everytime you hit it she fall asleep
so its like i raised my hand cuz she callin on me
yea home boy u just gotta feel it
cuz im always twisted like a double helix
if you dont smoke its cuz you dont know the feelin
so while u sittin on ya couch im sittin on the ceiling
i b hidin under beds cuz u just came home
walked right in when i came on her dooome
cuz im really dat nigga dont leave ya wife alone
plus ya girl get bizzy singin to my bone

i sweaaarrr all this weed smoke in the aiiirrr
smell it on my hair but i really dont care
roll u a blunt too becuz i always share
cuz i play on the green just like the fair
so yea u better say a prayer
cop a couple sweets and we rollin like a wheel chair
i mean i pop a couple pills and drink here and there
but i love my bud and none of that can compare
yea i love when i pull nd u can hear the sound
good friends all around couple feet off the ground
blowin on tht loud with the fan on rotation
chillin smokin wasted wit a slore givin facein
you basic ive mastered rollin blunts faster
ya flow is never hot u must roll wit sum gassers
im hungry with munchies ya favorite rapper love me
she wont stop and talk to you but she always bug me

X flow i got triple stacks like andre
niggas so suave i could pull beyonce
hell na they dont wanna get hit wit the quatre
so they pass the bags like busta did cavasier
say my tongue is yay like the way i nunciate
swag aura foreign they like the way it fluxuate
beats always dyin someone get the yellow tape
only one of me but the bitches wanna double date
hey i cant blame em for that
ya click aint thuggin anyday talkin soundin very gay
hey i cant help ya dame is attatched
nah i dont want no foreplay she 2 stars anyway
me reazon and crew we are the truth
its illegal 9 states what we do to the booth
shit take away the ceiling and the roof
oh these chucks right here nigga they is gooch

crime syndicate imtimate lyricist sticky fingertips
when they grippin it sounds like when im spittin it
drug tales never have a happy ending
underpaid crack dealers tryna get the rent in
why the poor glorify the jet flies nd money rise
while rich kids glorify what horrifys
im mortified of being victimized with homicide
so i always have to keep the castle fortified
and smoke good bud to keep me tranquilized
divide snakes cause most realness is just disguise
and da skies is where i be on any given day
u cud have a private plane nd neva see it mayne
its true severity defines cause everyone commits crimes
i commit mine with concepts nd coke lines
im ballin my team cheer me on at court side(yea)
i am that fly yes i am that guy

shit im not the hardest but i come real close
start seeing things when i smoke become real ghost
i got a drum on the K you dont want it
he aint have my bread he cant duck a hunnid
get it rent money becomes drug money
and drug money just turns into blood money
nd blood money just turns into more drug money
nd after that it just becomes gov money
which makes its way to welfar and section 8
nd the kids still aint ate for like 2 days
you wont catch this section in the news day
the post it definetly aint no joke
aint got pills or smoke then you dont got dough
play wit dope and coke and you will die slow
i ride fo family and friends who helped me get it
anybody else is just out of my jurisdiction

guns drugs sex scandels and mad vandals
bad bandits wholl take ya top off like bad sandals
not much wild life but theres mad animals
rats and snakes usually just get dismantled
and all of the pigs cant even handle
what the gorillas do to the pussys in camo
nd these heienas always talkin huntin in packs
nd a mouse is prolly not as worse as a rat
shit and even a lion needs a mouses help
nd a real wolf isnt gonna let u just take his pelt
and a bear eat up anything if its fishy
nd tiger shows his stripes when it gets risky
a pit and rot work together to get fed
and niggas act froggy till they burn his legs
so they live the wild life murderers and bank robbers
puttin bird niggas in the sky like duck dodgers

let's talk about this guy snow yea he real nice
even when he spit it mean yea its all tight
check the ring bracelet it's all bright
i know you doubted at first but its all right
started as a youngin writings werent scriptures yet
was writing bullshit accapellas but i progress
faced with problems at home but i digress
give up on life every other day mind set
talk about the present dead president resmblance
rock sediments murder evidence in tenements
let's talk about my middle finger attitude
in full effect today limited respect and gratitude
everyone has agendas with what they do
so i know most nice guys have shifty moves
smile to you express resentment later
girls catch the vapors but all want ya paper