Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i go hard in the paint good behind the key
all i wanna know is why yall cant fuck wit me
plus i go hard yea i go so hard
big AK's uzi's and dem AR's
i dont hit girls but ill spray broads
open up her mouth she do like trey songz
nd she say ahh im checkin cavitys ight
now swish around this white flouride
o dats ya squad you gon need more guys
mad dead bodies hope you got morgue ties
ya nine dudes ate up wit the 7 bitch
the 357 why u so afraid six?
well stop it 5 for 4's get to 187's
thats why 7 got u gasseed up like 11
yea do the math like ya teachers so slut
i call the bud preacher cuz it fucks ya boy up
im the shit like intestines i got guts
whens the last time yall fag-o's even got but
i hope you get cancer and die wretchedly
and then take a shot of gasoline and antfreeze
chase it with some bleach then speed in a vanquish
then after that have raw meat with a side of pain chips
give you xlax nd make you sit on a fucking knife
nd aids patients shit all over ya fucking wife
you aint ballin im spalding cars foreign
you just selling fantasies j.k rawling
aw shit im on my bull shit no cow tip
you get kung lao'd you little kung pao bitch
chicken shit ignorant impudence simpletons
raw viciousness a lyricist with sickness and
could rip his mans bare handed blind folded killed em damn
head chop lead pops play kickball wit rollin heads
hold ya leg stretch it to ya shoulder then
split ur kid hit ya girls ribs fold her eggs
they all agree im the best because their is no contest

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

the way i brandish my language ive been exiled by greatness
cast away from god and left for dead by satan
abandoned by the angels shunned by the demons
even my dick burns from caarrying my own semen
but these wee man and yes men realize the inner light
i realize their inner spite everytime i touch a mic
listen the DT's over see my recordeengs
cuz they know the feeling true crack brings
catch my second wind on a back hand spring
then uppercut your kin theyll blame it on him
i mean me i see my imagination in 3-d fight scenes
porno flicks scenes crucial nothin straight to DVD
i be accompanied by known mc's who live bitter
who could make a grown man turn to a lil nigga
clouds is what i look to calm down my spite
but im afraid to say i cant see them at night

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

afghan goo what would you do when i bomb wit typical moves
my motive is the cocktail my H is the bomb
fiends dont dig and misread the psalms of the song
thats why niggas break it down like its hard
no deal monsters aint lacking no stuff
its just because americans is dumb as fuck
i be runnin up with jabs that make temples throb
get ya mentals lost and buddhist temple robbbed
ive been heavily injected with corrosive acid
immune system builds tolerance to its actions
need lyrics to the youtube videos to scroll down
to know how i assimilate this profound sound
i bleed a wet ounce and spit heavenly crushed out
so they say judging by the yay its ghost sounds
i got adhesive bricks afghan goo spiderman shit
cuz i sling it and it sticks to walls and flips

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i been keepin it funky like an old pair of gym socks
no wrist watch just a slip knot and a lap top
im the captain nigga dont play me like a mascot
crazy like murdock lip lock wit 6 shots
its snow they just dont seem to get it
im bigger snap necks like a quick picture
you ball unseen threw by a quick pitcher
sick nigga devour excess amounts of hard liquor
the bar spitter hulk smacker and the car flipper
MC's so shook and they off the rictor
sicker then serial killers not born im summoned
when i spit you invision asian people running
im cunning get darker and deeper than a dungeoun
stagnant air death aura impairing and truly pungent
i dont give a fuck truth be told i hate ya whole crew
cause the only thing holding me back is you

(hook singin)
whats good nigga how do you dooo
just sit back and hit this afghan goo
smell it on me as well as my crew
VIP we go vet at what we do

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

who is this let me describe in a few words or less
an unheard of vet whos unheard as of yet
you herbs is nerds and perhaps murderless
the rhyme scheme get more bodies then the burner gets
domestic violence i swear my beats so abusive
but if i beat the beat its self defense and its mutual
unusual views on the hip-hop industry
you can't box with me or refute my chemistry
enter through the frontal lobe exterminate viciously
cautious on who ever moves so suspiciously
not really picky i bruise my victims history
peruse leisurely then reveal dated mysteries
expose his gay bros hand him a looped rope
capitilize on his inferiority laced with cruel jokes
a bunch of you wonts i wills and i hopes
snitch refrences this nicky barnes is choked

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

they try to assasinate ya character
make sure nothing is believableee
say they a danger to america
when we all know they just average joes
they evidently know im adept with the flow
pokin ya hoes in the poconos dick like pinocchio
cause everytime i lie down it gets larger
then she get on top and we just get it started
yea spit retarded but never dumb down i dump rounds
everytime the snare sounds or the drum pounds i go now
so hold down ya rosaries or kneel and face the east
cuz if u go and face the beast i release it from the sheath
and severe ya neck and head lie wit death in beds
collect my bread or chest and legs fly to the fuckin west
roll to your funeral and play this at ya eulogy
cause if i used this verse atleast you died honorably

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i think im big L ...methodman
eminem wit a little killa cam
you nicky barnes got weight but u snitch
u cat dog you pussy and ya ass bitch
money blown fast fuck a record label
buttery with the bread kitchen table
make ya wife put her head by her ankles
you support me? well nigga thank you
talkin crazy? then my niggas bank you
buck you down to the ground then my niggas shank you
am i half devil am i half god?
yes and yes but i GO SO HARD!
whooaaa!!! nigga tru snow flow
im not soft but nigga im made of dough
i be cruisin backpack match the chuck tays
i been this way since the fuckin first grade
problem child they wanted to name me damien
Whats in the backpack? flow so arabian
yea im cajun i should be caged in
what would u expect nigga im half satan?

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

im that man snow dont give a flocka bout no damn hoe
his ho's cud catch z's like 28 grams tho
im the termintator rocky rambo
you starsky mixed wit carl winslow
kat stacks you just a hoe wit a manager
smack you in ya face then hang u from a banister
weed smoke even got my third eye blinkin
bowling wit royalty nigga im a king pin
garbage day ill leave you on the curb stinkin
back shots make him fly forward like he gear shiftin
my niggas flag my eyes turn the same pigment
and if he was talking shit to me he was not thinkin!
shots split his ace nd his queen like a shuffle
i know his wife and yea she be blowin like bubbles
when i say shit he'll look like he gon snuff u
but im always gettin into it her chocha like trouble
and niggas die thinkin like what strap is dat?
run train on ya girl my pad like the am track
any beach nigga cud pop and sea shells
cops dont want it neither D's could get 12
ya girl horny dats y she wanna sax me
i have her back stretched all out like a athlete
and u sylvester a pussy who be spittin
and all ya bars filled with shit like chitlins
and im rondo my green always on point
meddalin kids see that monster and b like zoinks
nike shox yea ya boy got on the boings
flip yay like battle hosts do wit they coins
how yall niggas threaten the ville like u air guns
pussy yall niggas not even shootin fair ones
big bullets that'll impaire and wheelchair dun
twist ya wig up like ya bitch got her hair done
ill put u in a box fed ex u.p.s
i got cancer nd no chemo i am sick to death
the slores? like a mug shot give me all face
and my backshots be killin em like scarface
all action with my clips like a car chase
u just bought a gun u new to heat bron james
i must say all yall frauds nd niggas is lame
im superman gun catch bodies like lois lane
hot take shots of propane im classic
stretch work homie this cocaine gymnastics
speaker cops get called if i blast it
yea my life a walk in the park but its jurassic

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

MY mob verse 2

my click my mob my goonies hard
batter you just so i can catch a charge
shit nigga tryna talk crazy at my squad
then you gon catch a Big L just like god
aww damn this man right here a muthafuckin problem
and whats a fucking goblin to a fucking monster?
illy ville villains real niggas and sick children
terrorize victims wit pistol wippins and see visions
a sick nigga serial killa who stab infants
get fucked up like the all stars vs the pistons
you play tough and say stuff you don't even believe
i just blow loud like steve rifkin's main squeeze
battle? rappers in ya hood would start duckin me
think i had aids the way they couldnt fuck wit me
im a golden child always focused gettin that cream
only thing seperate gold from green is 2 rings

verse 3
come on dog i make movies when them clips is in
so you could get a late show like david letterman
i let all my burnas burn and all my stacks stack
quick to slap a bitch nigga up like kat stacks
templeton cool witta pig you snitch dry
so i don't need charlotte to identify ya web of lies
over my fireplace i got the head of guys
hollow tips burn his calfs like cardio exercise
i got a demons mind prolly should be exorcised
must work at the theme park i get extra rides
KFC pull the biscuit and chickens get fried
brains to cole slaw wit macs leave a wedge in they thigh
ight i keep the rubber grip protection..trojan
kidnap ill take ya earth away like erosion
flash of cameras a nigga GQ posin
like my computer broken all my jewels is frozen

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

The way i feel right now you could never learn
you might be hot right now but i forever burn
Dog im in the flavor thing clutch like a cobra
im on my game and you aint gettin this controller
hold up you better be glad to meet me dodja
even my tightest niggas hardly see me sober
cuff a bitch love a bitch (nah we don't do that)
you cuffa bitch or love a bitch (i prolly ran through that)
flow crack make a hood nigga cop
so my fans like nicky barnes everytime it drop
and youll never see me make it rain on da block
me throwin guap is like a crackhead throwin rocks
spiked bat hard hat crack lyrically throwin shots
bullets done pistol whippin then im frisbee throwin glocks
get popped and fucked over like an old condom
if they say they dont like money they prolly neva had none

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

im like bobby johnsons son u rev runs offspring
im malignant tumors tragic deaths abortions
you silver spoons happy fam good portions
Talented snow get it poppin like soft drinks
double weilding katanas spin 360's accellerrated
upper cuts karate chops demonstrated u ventilated
in my vicinity get desinigrated contaminated
alleviated vertebra split for that basic makeshit
bullshit talkin that ish witta full clip
for sho snow know that u aint doin ntn wit it
forget it no gun talk that shit seen better days
drink purple lean smoke purple haze in outer space
wit laser guns on the waist fuckin wit purple dames
purple pills purple range i do my purple thang
you know its true steady sprintin at a fast pace
and the only thing you evr won was a drag race

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Niggas see me and put on they best mad face
They only masked up cuz dese niggas is really two faced
i spit shit make niggas foam at the jaw
eyes roll back black out convulse on the floor
wake up in a few hours beggin for more
aw yea really dog im just that raw
saw four is what i could turn this shit into
saw ya bones char ya mentals burn thru sinew
murder venues continue killa arm type potential
i dont got anyone but me myself and a pencil
and these hoes they come and go they fade away
fuck it they prolly refer to me in the same way
i got passion make guap and i grab mics
but the upperclass public dont see me in the same light
call me enemy try to take or give me life like pregnancy
larry davis story so i know they'll remember me

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

(Victory lap hook)
everyday i wake up nigga gotta cake up
gotta get my name up why you hate us
Screamin out backpacks yea all flavors
you so trash but we so MAJOR!(x2)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

yea da governments wes but my words are tru -snow//
ruger blow ya head show u gotta go vamanos//
they wrap like a vagina tho so i call it dental dam//
im da get away driver my nigga cash got da heater smokin in his hand//
When i wash niggas u cud watch dey colors run//
father uncle mother son split in half wiff double guns//
twin gold rope chains watch my neck play double dutch//
then i smoke like double dutch so my blunt get double stuffed//
and my niggas passin blunts while other niggas rollin up//
pumpin iron like a gym but my pockets juss not swoll enuff//
thats just how my niggas live sometimes we just tryna rest//
but if you short on ya paper we'll take ya kids like DCF//
see a vet we could turn ya street into nagasaki or hiroshima//
look like a storm hit ya block when i pull da el nina//
triple 6's on my head but my ville niggas reppin 5//
so when i pull the 4 3 bullets kill 2 of yall by just one of I//