Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

i am baghdad master mind with more thoro contemplation
demanding that everyone be able to hear my proclamation
man who stalks rooftops wit black capes
and is common among insane nerds like date rape
on the lips of ladies and on the smiles of babies
i give girls white foam like my dick had rabies
still an offy who dreams of a mercedes
but i am on the sofa the king is too lazy
i remember back in the day a nigga i called my son
held a gun but was the bitchest out of anyone
he one day muster up some courage kinda chuckled
till he got hit wit banana clips his knees buckled
dead on the ground bars is like cancer
screamed for his mom but there came no answer
he put his up hopin to be uplifted like black panthers
i was going to save him but i never took any chance sir

the man spoke lies he was retro for his time
the only reason i tried is cuz hes coppin some dimes
i told him to come and sign sign rite on the dotted line
why is it that in the news paper the spot light is always crime
i thought about it for a second and didnt really no why
so i breathed deep and let out a sigh tell me old guy
he says cause death and discord is amusing to human eye
even if we dont laugh we're captivated by surprise
it was rite at that second that i began to realize
that maybe death was the best choice for my career rise
killing innocent children shurely to gain the lime light
but do i really want to be in police helicopter spotlights?
maybe i could just pick up a hobby fly kites and ride bikes
when i grew up i learned to wrongs dont make a right
but 3 rights make a left so breath ya last breathe
because im gonna die trying until only ash is left

so im back to the laboratory cook up some crack
guns so big u gotta carry on ya back
and nigga dont even querry bout my gats
cuz they like desert storm tracks flex in ya back
pulled a maybach fresh out the gate
feds pulled a body fresh out the lake
bullets from the back fresh out ya face
ya body is a thread yall niggas will get laced
come out the studio im sprayin the booth
have his hands in the air like he raisin the roof
no guns well then im breakin his tooth
body drop then im takin his loot
police cars nigga im coppin a whip
get read hawk and i spit
then i got the grams stashed in the sock
im like the thing i always got rocks

damn dude ur nice hit me up if u wanna drop something kill s9 style

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been in the booth since way back yester years
nigga come and check the gear check ya ear
wats the sound music stylins of baghdad
im grippin mags fag chop ya body in a glad bag
uhuh and nigga will leave wit a frown
neva even tryna fuck with these clowns
and possibly the body will neva b found
leave wit an ounce or a pound to (hold you down)
and im movin maneuverin like the red baron
im fly niggas hatin and staring (down)
at the ground neva lookin up
me and my frying pan no eggs cookin up
see i dont rewind my mind im thinkin futuristic
they tell me nigga be specific
i tell my next linguistic im fenna spit kid
so protect ya neck like old wu shit
keep me posted and ill hold you down
wit a mixtape of that raw baghdad sound
(down) is where u gonna b in the ground
with the maggots i c ya wifey ill (hold you down)
the reason i neva got bricks cuz i neva asked
runnin dogs at ya heels like ya air max
(down) is how my niggas is when we got beef
load up the mac and lay vegans to sleep
and when a nigga shakey wit his pound
you gon need more then a finga too hold it (down)
and when i come thru sprayin a clip
tinted windows look like im ghost ridin the whip
i go dumb like i cant write my name
will he get the picture when i crack his frame?
and all yall niggas can go eat a dick
talkin bout me on ya lips like chap stick
but neva the less im gettin green
block hot cuz i catch bodys like a trampoline
im a calm dude but when niggas ampin me
i go postal and start stampin ya keeds
this is a turtle race im in the lead
cuz i spit like we eatin sunflower seeds
and yALL niggas is neva fuckin brolic
they throw up they sets nigga no vomit
records like a guy wit no dick you cant top it
ya records like guerilla glue cant drop it
drunk as a skunk chuggin the yaegers
cuz i stay sonnin niggas like darthvader
so wut up sky walker yall niggas luke warm
while im straight battery acid in crack RAW
im not kha gunna but best beileve im a fly guy
jumpin out the window no drive by
niggas chuckin the deuce when i ride by
crack more connects then the wi fi
and my niggas get on like a light
circlin ya building like we was on strike

ok my gun is all loaded
chain so frozen surprised it aint stolen
got em like chyea album neva golden
platinum all the way pockets stay swollen
neva sneaky cuz my jewels to flashy
and the blacks got white like my hands ashy
and im mulatto really factually
but ull get shot down anyway actually
usain bolt on ya chain nigga run yo shit
and why you followin nigga run yo click
snatch up ya dimes but it aint yo bitch
come back sell it on ya own strip
now thats disrespect aimin with the tech yea
and i aint talkin ipods when its music to my ears
im talkin bout the gun shots symphony of my block
snatch ya gun before you shoot call it a cock block
call me fred flinstone the way my niggas chop rocks
call me bugs bunny the way i hood hop cops

so when im holdin the tool you could get bucked
i aint talkin bout crunk im talkin shot from the jump
shot and get jumped shot and you slumped
witta pistol grip pump choke on ya lungs
tote on ya son choke on the gun dont it sound fun (drag)
and i know ya girl she be the teams main slut
call my gun hugh hefner it gets so much guts
shoot at ya ribs neva stoppin neva enuff
told me youd kill me im callin ya bluff
haha im coming witta bigger gun then you
shoot at ya chest till i can see right through
i tote weapons like the GI's do
and ya eyes gunna b huge when you c my coupe

i was a fiend fiending for green pockets lean
i was like black coffee needed more cream
and my team had them connects to the beams
so i ordered em up and expanded my regime
now im set to go loadin the rugers
my nigga out in hartford sent me some shooters
so we all stay connected like computers
rob a nigga bare take his chalupa
so we cruisin the block sippin on henny
in the jects wit less then a muhfuckin penny
we saw them stick up kids around the way
tried to interrupt my squads pay day
sittin there pump out hidin in the alley way
they took out the K and started to spray
after all this hustlin where do we lay?
in a grave 6 ft deep in a grave place
so im collectin them dolla dolla bills
no weed the product is the pills
only 5 deep standing still
hopin our demands were instantly filled
in the hood we was like the big mac
talk shit we'll get ya go damn connect kid napped
or roll up and get ya wig fuckin clapped
or run in ya house and get ya wizz slapped

see im back at it with a devious flow
lyrical execution mic fiend fuck coke
niggas in new london made his brains look like pasta
had his back smokin like a muhfuckin rasta
see my words are like cancer flow lava
spit it so i cud put on some fresh ass pradas
but neva that too many bills to pay
and i spray even tho ive never had a k
im talkin metaphors leave you dead where you lay
so when your facin the guillotine yhou better pray
tryna get a major deal neva dabble in the automatics
ive been kicked down im harder to drop then crack habits
god thanks for giving me life its all gravey tho
im not dangerous but beware of cancerous flow
mindset of a hoe get a deal then ill blow
just think about it nigga im rite here if you didnt know

see i dont know much about the religion
released from my mind dimes are incisioned
into the blunt i get high like a pigeon
laced wit da acid so i start seein fiction
faces on the wall mouths hit the floor
my teeth chatterin hurtin my jaw
we out in the woods so we evadin the law
smoke siftin thru the trees bushes and all
sittin here feel like marley in his early days
my dad once told me and i heard him say
dont get into them drugs shit is not cool
but it is so my niggas smoke like a bussin tool
fuck up and we eatin ya food
but fuck it i get blazed like dem skaters do
im a little to jumpy my niggas in the zone
start the cypher up then pass me the bone

so this nigga thought we was rly gonna battle
hit in his mouth then the nigga goes and tattles
next time pull nines up in ya spine im sicker
and i heard thru the grapevine you was the victor
i dont need a fuckin flu to be sicker then you
pullin the clip and a tool get hit when you move
why 8th graders have him on the run
fuck dat ill bang son without a fuckin gun
and you wack i dont know why you write raps
you didnt even have the heart to fuckin fight back
had him flyin a whole ten feet back
then he claimed it didnt hurt nigga how about dat
you slim shady bitch lady lift up ya skirt
you faggot ass nigga take a trip in a hearse
and nah i aint even gonna trip in my verse
i coulda followed up shit cudda been worse
and no one gives a fuck what you about
how you gon diss someone who knocked you the fuck out
ya flow is too fruity and my bars is bananas
you the type to get on and front to the camera
and ya neva gettin a deal so you mine as well squeal
and ya jaw is like glass my fist is like steel
im a butcher and you is new veal
so i cut him to the blood cover me youll neva heal
and you tryna act all innocent like you wasnt a victim
while you was tryna fight team kid so heres my vision
when i see him he always lookin in the distance
and just so you know everythin i spit was non fiction
you shut the fuck up and go back to ya butt buddy
cuz i get it in day n nite like kid cudi
im not coffee so dont try and mug me
cuz i might not be a monster but i fucks wit some thugs b

il finish later

im so fly and i am the shit so im buzzin
to niggas ridin red to niggas that aint rly "cuzzins"
in the streets well i cant speak for myself
but many come across knowledge and natural wealth
some are rich in lyrical capabilities move in the stealth
like camoflauge ninjas verses leave you with welts
its the killer robot not really a common house hold item
when i grew up if niggas had a problem youd fight em
slowly progressin shit got even more real
now niggas put down hands and picked up steel
now mothers and fathers gotta feel
the pain of burying a seed its shockin like a eel
me and the lord of chaos wreek havoc
cuz we spit verses like an Auto matic
we have thoughts and dreams of livin lavish and
im sick and the hunger just is ravishing

oh yes make the block jump mayne
like 45 niggas wit pistol grip pumps dayme
come thru machete then we dump frames
cuz robbin these niggas givin nuttin but chump change
gun bang like a muhfuckin porn star
all imported everything foreign cars
and you know we burn cash easy
flow like lava turf talk greasy
all my niggas low brow and sleasy
bitch in the bathroom all out tweakin
im poppin pills party time lets get crazy
banger on deck niggas so wavy
im gone im lookin like both eyes lazy
all so i cud be buzzin like swayze
i make money its not money that makes me
gone off mad pills guns off safety

tool on deck and everythings cocked
watch how my niggas kill the pakin lot
hangin in the jects thumpin from the trunk
90's babies make the fuckin block jump(x2)

out the coupe chain swingin like kimbo
me and my niggas get bent like limbo
bright orange mauris put away the timbos
me and 40 goons all of em my kin folk
niggas fallin sideways cut em like a DJ
butter how the creeps stay gutta how the beats bang
mami on me brush away all the lames
she like a lion loose neva actin tame
first we hit the vip bitch gave me brain
then to the bed room beat it out the frame
you cud catch me in the studio fuckin a track
or standin on ya nearest corner clutchin a gat
me and my niggas rich comittin scandels
international pimpin wit all of my vandels
jewelery similar to roman candels
and all yall niggas slipped on like sandels

the god of all gods jack of all trades
rush thru lines like foot ball plays
my niggas come clean fresh out the gate
retarded witta choppa special K (haha)
that means im a serial killa blood spilla
thug nigga that pulls triggas for drug figgas
so raise ya hand if you need a cleaned clock
attitude fuck a nigga we on a mean block
nigga you could be from the hardest squad
and niggas will eat ya food like fuckin starvin dogs
ravishin niggas quick fast stabbin a nigga
heavy weight champion steady jabbin a nigga
or we cud leak ink and pen and pad on a nigga
or hire a hitman and put a stack on a nigga
fiend for violence then relapse on a nigga
king kong in the hood trees snap on a nigga