Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

so ive been thinkin bout life from a new perspective
see we all know the cops stay selective
to what drugs and guns they are detecting
but i still go hard like an erection
theres a differance to cons tryna turn their life around
and a nigga fresh out holdin a shiney pound
my niggas have ya family kissin the ground
act up all you hear is clappin sounds
see ive been movin on even now double time
double crime double shine still writin troubled lines
battle raps straight burst ya bubble rhymes
troop wit an eagle stay on super grind
see i used to think life was a mistake
get ya cake and at all costs avoid ya wake
niggas cross you dump in a lake
but now i realize everything i cant just take

OKAY! nigga i hate my job tryna get a 9 to 5
woke up last night 50 shots buried in my ride
read the paper nigga locked up aint tht a crime
plus i cant get that jesus peice with the extra shine
broke as a joke hell ya niggas is laughin
just because all of my cash missin in action
too many niggas hating for me to all blast em
they look at me as a fuck up and a has been
but i am on the rise shit no way but up
i had the steady cash caught a body and fucked up
good thing i happend to smarten up
but i think its to late and i got nuttin to cook up
see this the shit im talkin bout goofed off in school
now i only have dreams of fast cars and a pool
the reality is a rap star with a tool
i use the word star loosely shit im just a fool

aint i the man with a big bank account
throw it in the club got a large amount
lots of karats a mansion for a house
speakers in the car and they thumpin loud
witta bad brawd and she acting so fine
stack money chain got platinum on mine
crack in the hood and its in my lines
kha gunna baghdad my raps is defined
by the illness the sickness aint i a victim
restricted from gettin it legal and spillen
i just happen to be a villain
aint i in the hood wit niggas dats killin
chain is all yellow VVS most def
diamonds so bright they look like rainbows stretched
talk shit and you could catch a left
AINT I the man like red or meth

see its the big man from upstairs call me the GOD
spittin frees lyrically showin my ass and my steez
sittin in the range rover wit all the purple leaves
have you sittin on the corner all that red dat bleeds
ugh im a nigga that just dont care
5 dollas? im on you ass like ya under wear
you like bad jumpers you shoot nuttin but air
even if its broad daylight and pedestrians clear
see im..so illy foreally you know the deally
they seem a lil weezy when i show em my millie
im hittin licks like im punchin ya tongue
7 shots will make dis nigga choke on his lungs
ugh im sick and hungry staggerin and talkin funny
new to gettin money so im kinda inexperienced
they wanted to see the goat in the flesh well here he is
youll be 6 feet deep and in the sky is where ya spirit is

its baghdad bomb central So fuckin swaggerific
guess what im hot so magnefic
ya old im crisp like a bag of chips is
ill put a burner right where ya lips is
bullets goin back and forth like a seasaw
fake story he pin the tale like eeyore
here go my connect take a detour
lets hit the strip and get it clickin like keyboards
i had street dreams like i was jeezy
dreams of bein a rapper thats so greasy
hustla wit a bank account not needy
you know wat they told me? keep dreamin
so i stay on here schemin
wit fourty 40 cals infared beamin
had him like fat joe all leanin
gun have him talkin in tongues like europeans

so i get live so fly asshole im a jerk
come thru 45 under my shirt
you already know you will get murked
and like ya dusty kicks ull b in dirt
flow so faded ya shit is so fuckery
million dolla man pockets where da duckets b
see i get chedda like pizza at chuck cheese
evil type nigga aint no muggin me
see im out the window with this no drive by
fuck a bitch knock knees like muay thai
he said im soft well hell die
i got the bird flu im sick and fly
im so fuckin geeked up computers computin
but still hit the block got the troops salutin
im a jerk have a bitch quiet like she muted
stallin niggas and its more then time that u losing.

yes me yes me its me the beast
bred straight from the fuckin east
this forty cal i doubt you wud wanna meet
salute to the generals im among the elite
yessssssss its baghdad im grimey
and like the old nickolodeon im so slimey
yea im so exhausted from all this rhymin
beat begggggiinnnnsss em now perfect timin
soooo iimmmm back on the grriiinnnnd when
rhymes so fine itlll make ya mind beeennnd
on the block skinny jeans rocks where my time is spent
rob em have em give up everything like it was lent
ya im so crazy flow so wavy
swag from the 80's 90's baby fuck you pay me
fuck you spray me K peeps red creeks
escape you delete dont speek your weak

Guess what no spare dutch just bare knucks
blow dust on clean cuts and mirrors bruh
the champ is here my cuz whether u tht or blood
stop em in the club get burnt like ya ass on a rug
uhhhhhh im sick no rly im sick nose drippin thick
u dont like it no homo but suck my dick
bend ya girl over go raw in her clitoris
try to play a rotty and get bit my nig
its the king oh you a liar address me as sire
climbing my spire even higher need is dire
exhausted no bicycle but im 2 tired
im a boss and you are lighter fluid...fired
im a g you a comedian cheesin hard
when i take ya car ya R and ya brawd
matta fact when im bangin the ak slangin da ak
have it clappin like hurricane chris ay bay bay

me and my 40 ounce jerkin down the fuckin block
hand on the hammer guess what its cocked
u hear bang bang what that is gun shots
mind spillen out blood leakin into his socks
its team ghost busters so nigga ya toast
photon cannons at most when i see a ghost
we chillen me D3 jcaine and SB
SB's kinda like the shit rite on me
two steppin on ya cheek check a niggas feet
look like some space shoes from the star trek elite
see im out roamin baghdad dis cats loose
ill knock an average joe out like papoose
u not kool only way u can hang is from that noose
and its crowded in here fuck it well clap through
hang niggas outta windows like air conditioners
fuck around be outside ya building like petitioners

see its baghdad spirtual lyrical assassin
never slackin in my mackin pistol packin magnums
grabbin automatics and clappin if they acting
always rappin and trappin dippin and dashin and clashin
five finger discount on anything that pleases me
part of the music the beat just releases me
shoes on point never having creases b
swag is oputerspace thats just where i seem to be
diamond studded star wrapped up in coogi
from packs im movin stackin guap wit the uzi
see im comin wit a tight belt to hold up the banga
niggas all collapse like the building in jenga
i could steal you life with the curl of a finga
leave shots in ya skull see if the pain lingas
and there is no question ghost busters is the best
a juvenile with white birds call me mannie fresh

oh yes this bitch had a fatty
fresh new denali top of the caddy snappy
fresh out the box feelin kinda happy
bitch wanna double date im tied up like im nappy
she love to gargle and call me papi
altho the bitch is mad hood and too ratty
then i got another who act all classy
ass up face down lets make it happen
nigga swag is raza sharp cmon its baghdad
who got couple tan bricks in the glad bags
a few fine bitches who get down quick fast
stand there dick out condoms in the bookbag
lets do the math 2 balls 2 of yall
and the next day fuck naw i wont call
u cud go ahead and pop off at the jaw
cuz like a jaw i dislocated yall

see im a soldier fuck that a hard vet
so you better escape like that key to ya far left
neva heartfelt move weight like barbells
jump ya mans like jordan cake like carvel
see they dont want beef like its passover
cuz ill break a niggas ankles like a crosssover
im in the hood wit more metal then coin star
am i the best fuck yea , by far
see these niggas out here frontin like they hold a toy
till they get robbed and tell em like soulja boy
see i got hoes on the block whoring for em
while im riding in summin fuckin foreign
they dont want the tool to squeeze like a fresh orange
lay ya head on ya albums sleep on ya records and now im snorin
i play a kings trumpet love to toot my horn
so i masterbate when i shoot and shots jerk em like porn(CASKETS)

your blue verse is cool

See ive been around the block like pack runners
on the streets my name ring like phone numbers
niggas scatter when dey c a pistol grip pumper
slump her chop her body throw it in the dumpster
see theres nowhere but up been on the bottom to long
when they get knocked they sing like trey songz
sittin there grippin the metal wit sweaty palms
then i beat a niggas chest like king kong
daddys and baby mommas dont care bout they children
had a couple niggas strapped runnin thru my building
gettin robbed at gun point i never knew that feelin
but even if i did my nigga id neva b squealin
homie ill crack his frame if he dont get the picture
packs got more crack then a fissure
and i got more verses rthen the bible scriptures
you outta time like a clock with no ticker

see as you enter my realm you face a paradox
that leaves you shocked and boxed like magnavox
smoke weed like rastas wit nappy dread locks
i snap shots like photos till his head pops
the red baron strainin your membrane wit physical pain
humanitys bane vane in all sense of the name
in my death bed rest ive lain fair game
my undead body plagues the rain with cold flames
im a madman evil like kenevil destructive
and turn the world to ash like major volcanoe eruptions
the earths population is rapidly deducting
and breaking down the essence of anything constructed
knives turn to guns guns to bombs
friend to girl friend to baby moms
everyone has a peice of the pie and when guns are drawn
i hold down my space like i was tom