Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

see im rollin down the block jerkin in my jerk jeans
you alrdy kno no man cud fuckin hurt me
team of the realest niggas guns like so HUGE
bitchs screamin like o my god i am that DUDE
yall lames i wud spit on u but thats RUDE
all i got is my balls my word and my TOOL
and my swag is boomin sorta like explosives
and my trunk is kickin like chun li and u kno this
i just copped some piff so nigga lets roll this
i just caught a body so lil nigga hold this
this rappin shit is easy increase the difficulty
my jewels they r boomin lookin mystically
faggot rapper swagger jackers become history
im back in this rap shit knew u was missin me
if freshness was a grade i wud gain an A
skinnys on my body but I AM NOT GAY

its that kid ruger lasers and straight shooters
im a foola blaze toolas for tht chalupa moola
that all black bandanna ragged up lookin ghoulish
my team put hands on em like masuses (no homo)
red rum red rum burn em till his heads numb
pills is under the table like chewed up gum
yes marijuana got me witta green thumb
didn't know this niggas name you obviously dumb
while im slidin thru ya lobby witta tommy catch a body
grip the shotty if u rob me move shit like porta pottys
all i need is four bars to set it off im raw dog
got beef an yall niggas scatter like sawed offs
everytime i play ya tape i just nod off
i pitch so much base i set car alarms off (THINK!)
and these niggas dyin later rather then soon
im a masked up animal call me a raccon

listen im the type of nigga set back and get head
you type of nigga to talk shit and get dead
these niggas chewin on they pencils taste lead
so fly when i die ill have a tempurpudic death bed
yes yall niggas too soft like memory foam
you was hatin b4 but now u like remember me holmes
im like no neva this rap shit gave me a reason
and when you smile too hard only time you cheesin
and you a fag come out the closet speak out
ya album flopped you tlkin bout cuz it leaked out
this nigga dont even front he got a weak mouth
and im not leavin but ya i got my peice out
i got my own swagger dont need u to put me on
cuz all the bitches love me like an emoticon
and im steadily hustlin continuing my grind fam
became the greatest of all time in the shortest time span
all these nigga tough talk but they would neva hurt me
cuz my crew down for anything like 6:30
marijuana and a 45 hopin the cops search me
i spit like an STD specifically herpes
and my niggas rep they B's like boston
you like lil weezy soon ull b COFFIN
white boy swagga rap totally awesome
and ya girl give it up so easy like she forfeit
yall fagoots if theres salad youll toss it
if i get locked up kid'll b out quick like an abortion
you too wack you play arcades the game knows
you talk about death row but u more like saints row
yall niggas so pussy like a taint yo
he rubbin on his mans back talkin bout he hate hoes
i think your a fan you think im your brother
im loaded wasted higher then a muthafucka
base in the trunk go off on al yall suckas
so the kicks throw you back like some old chukkas
and the AK will chew his chest till its see thru
fuck you ya crew the faggot said me too(pussy)

y yall niggas so obsessed with the vet really
on some bjork shit fans thats tryna kill me
satanic rituals its pitiful and pretty silly
yea its that ruger nigga cmon blaze a philly
im comfortable white tee black nike flights
night life L to the head like a lost fight
next mixtape imma get an instant 5 mikes
ill jump his mans five times now thats really 5 mikes
get it? nah yall niggas still too Behind
itll take a minuite to process and rewind
but in the mean time its all me time
on the highlight reel dunks in prime time
check a niggas shwagga wat yall niggas shtupid
my nigga im flowin like fluid im lucid
i go nd nike niggahs put em in check
CT rep so why yall niggas so obsessed

so i ummmmm jerk
i am a boss u r a twerp
ice cream charger yes i swerve
drunk? yes on surp
baghdad kid ruger what ever you call me
40 on the waist so u cannot stall me
you might say these rhymes is really simple
spit thimbles re jogg ya mentals and spine tingles
stack chips like pringles pop guns like pimples
and leave ya body gift wrapped up like cris kringle
yes thats jolly old saint nick
maybach vets sick look how da paint drip
aha now its lookin like candy
BAC high heineken brandy
5 grams like im satanic
bitch pop a bean then she paniced

it'll only take about 60 in my ken griffeys
to get about 50 right where ya wig be
niggas actin shifty guns to where ya kids sleep
give em all shots till they walkin tipsy
haha nigga thats thats nigga you call ruger
in the back seat got them niggas you call shootas
size a nigga up just like a fuckin ruler
bullets blazin pop the thing u call a medulla
(in a new york minute) u cud be a victim of a jux
uh huh and you cud get ya shit took
(in a new york minute) you could die for ya supply
or catch 25 just for ya gang ties
(in a new york minute) you could listen to the hottest verse
tears shed your head gun burst black hearse
(in a new york minute) you could be a fuckin star
and then be found dead in the back of a car(RUGER!)

closed casket to fruit baskets
whether i bandanna'd up or ski masked it
see my ratchet its kinda fat kid
and im high cuz fat is wat the bags is
and i drop bombs wiley coyote acme
while i smoke stacks like a industrial factory

(finish later)

im a beast type nigga when it come to them firearms
bag full of jewels 45 thats in my palm
shoot ya funeral up while they recitin psalms
and my guns cut like the mower in my front lawn (aww)
im evil with the eagle regal like my nigga seagle
stunt like kenevil on all of these regular people
they say oh shit that nigga at it again
he rolled up in the benz and splattered his friend
then that nigga took the pen nd stabbed in his skin
now everybody tense lookin at him sin (yea)
im not friend im a boss wit goon ways
who ball in a ratti fuck that minum wage aye
niggas know when im connectin pen to the page
they heart race and they beggin for a fuckin taste
like spit summin fam we aint neva heard ya 16's
but yall bitin niggas pussy nd u smellin kinda fishy

so stop murdering theese cats lol love ur work man keep it up u gots a mike right

baghdad who the fuck think im not hard
everytime i spit a bar here come the bomb squad
and u alrdy know fuck is this them fat bricks
you tlkin on the track ya verses sound like adlibs
im a star like texas and shoot like a maverick
these niggas shocked when i first started static
and them choppas not a choppa u a cop out
nd them coppas feel the hot stuff wit my glock out
yeaaa wat yall niggas on ya grind bout
act funny show them niggas what the 9's bout
and i got two its eighteen to get in the club
21 to drink so take a shot to the mug (uggghhh)
im a nigga who just dnt give a fuckkkk
yall crabs not horseshoes cuz u outta luccck
yall niggas internet i surf cuz i got swag
2 mags black mask uh oh blood baths HA!

im so crazy listen to the track lay back
sippin the cognac grippin my sack
matta fact fuck that grippin a gat
in the lac witta mac thatll kill u in 5 flat
nd u alrdy kno ruger keep a smut close
one who carry knives and can cut coke
pitchin where the lil girls play jump rope
till them otha niggas roll up and dump fo
im a ill nigga still flip and kill niggas
copper tops spill from pullin the steel trigger
carry mad bricks and tools like a real builder
yall niggas rats and pigs so imma kill wilbur
when i roll up yall pussys fucked like a dildo
fists swing yo things took wit ya grill swoll
any otha catch a clip fuck a elbow
u dead stomp ya corpse wit a steel toe

im tired of niggas tlkin shit homie where my swammie at?
pull it out my pocket put it where ya granny at
i rock a tooly on the waist u carryin a fanny pack
D-E stretch mad seeds plus it blam u back
pull my AK up like yea nigga you aint tlkin now
nd if u say summin slick then imma have to gun u down
my niggas heavy sellers just auctioned off a quarter pound
nigga smoked it came back and want to go anotha round
HA! my niggas all masked up
and if u wanna scrap then u cud get ya punk ass cut
im a real nigga only thing i cop is some cutty
crackheads u cop fire yall niggas junkies
niggas kno im a hustler niggas coppin bout every day
weed man weed man i want a dime of tht purple haze
and all my niggas caked out cant break the bank
shut up for we march up in ya house like the saints

im on top of the world im too fucking high
windows up hot box in that lambo ride
way i wave to a hater thnk im from the stuy
i wanna get shot but fuck it niggas tried
i was told good omen was a butterfly
but wat if it happened to b a butterfly knife
if it was in my heart wud i let it slide?
thinkin no wings but i still touch the sky
i cud ride out in all the nice cars and new gear
money shtackin weed man dnt let the clouds clear
im gone and i wanna stay in my zone
im the human torch fuck off if my flame on
yea my shit is slurred nigga fuck speakin
nd if i was speakin nigga it wasnt cohesive
Dro or middies fuck it we all blazin up
we light up two puffs then yall niggas pass the dutch

if u aint makin money yall faggot niggas is lame
i mean yall supposed to b vets im new to the game
u see how them snub nose bullets screwed up his frame
now niggas walkin like the dealers always witta cane
ull b slain remain brain dead when pain shreds ya frame red
listen to wat wats his naame said
they like oh baghdad that niggas is soft
but when i hit the block niggas kno im a boss
and niggas just dont thro they sets they vomit it
pick pocket cockin poppin it off at seargents fill my wallet kid
im from mars u RED the SIGNZ kno stoppin it
alien invasion like an animal caged in
hell raisin kryptonite clips will light nd trip ya dikes
rip a mic slit ya right get ya wife right wit the pipe
ya boy keep the frenchie wit him just like montana
got a killa in the passenger so i must be santana

eyes on the cocaine fitted twisted all back
talk smack leave about 5 in ya ball cap
and thats a lil ball park estimate
yall niggas started and continued it but i finished it
im ballin like a bitch i wonder wat my limit is
i think i wont stop so take a photo and remember it
i dont care bout wat u cop or u fen go get
just know im in these streets so protect ya kids
dont want the seeds caught up in the gunfire
if i punch him in the face ill leave like one shiner
and theyll be chokin on dust like a coal miner
and ill be the man with the caine like an old timer
and im so fire and yall niggas on the verge of bad
i got a pristine tec 9 wit an extended mag
that will slump u and put ya brains in a trash bin
and will blow ya head off sorta like a napkin