Monster Music (Killbot's Factory)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

you play by the book like shooting for dummies
niggas yap till they get yapped and wrapped like mummies
stone cold stunner dumber then dumb and dumber
Gun shots ring loud like phone numbers
my coup got a eating disorder this is the truth
you should see how it swallow and throw up the roof
you should see how i follow up and blow up the booth
punch money so hard that he'll throw up his food
uh i am nasty like i dont take showers regularly
i provide for niggas medically haha illegally
album covers body bags toe tag any beat
see i hear the snare kick and melody then attack mentally
any nigga run they mouth risks being striken
i spit like holy field my bars risk being bitten
i got lines like loose leaf paper stay in ya margin
or ill be wanted and youll be on the back of a carton

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

money makin moolah grippin on the toolah
wit a bad bitch in the front sucking like hoovah
the block got movahs pushas and dimes
my gun get ya apparel body and spine
see you need to listen to what the beat sayin
cuz im still im still praying
or maybe im just misunderstanding
maybe its some thing else at random
or maybe i got a cannon and move like a phantom
and maybe im a giant when it comes to financin...
well whatever it is nigga its me
my studies conveyed socially so ya rhymes is history
i go in raw like married couples
and youll get jumped like big puddles fuck ya mean muggin
hold my hammer like nice guys cuddle
i live in a jungle and your among the stubble

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Nigga i get buy like mauri's in NY
high like a jet flys have my connect in bed-stuy
i got dimes that ride at night like the red eye
have em in the bedroom with they legs high
and if you hard we applaud ya squad u kno clap u guys
im full of myself i know my big head scratch the sky
you get AXED no question wonder how my niggas feed
cuz my gun press stars like the asteriks key
have a nigga wit a mag out behind a tree
lookin like he playin hide and go seek
have him consoling his spouse kissing his seeds
like he was a soldier called for active duty
you don't know like 5th graders with algebra
half yall niggas miscalculated my calibur
so when i came with the calibur there were no challengers
squad strapped guns like spaceships GALIGA
and they play hard like rugby teams going for gold
and im holdin the ruger not goin for clothes
like james brown my niggas going for soul
niggas be actin all bold till they act then they told
if im near ya its hard for me to reach for the bank
cuz if i got the barrel to ya head im 10 ft away
his girl friend beggin for me not to spray
she the hero he get jumped and shot like d wade
and these niggas was hatin so fuck it they'll bleed
come to they crib wit a hundred at least
gun to his head hand on all of his weed
he started cryin i smacked him like i don't want whine wit my cheese

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

aiyo im a beast a monster at least im vile
see my niggas will lay you down like lynoliame tile(SP?)
while im flashin a razor cal and a smile
hit em so hard they wake up they clothes outta style
the car looks like a space ship especially the dash
this is a kodak moment your life is gone in a flash
like ali's birthname we gettin the cash
and like ali's occupation we knockin out fags
we got about a mil in the stash gun under the seat of the jag
u got no niggas around you thats bad while u dealin tht grass
and i got a looooong extended mag haha now you do the math
pure monster music undisputed champion
skully and a champion his niggas start amping him
till i start stamping him and take what hes handling
the hammers in the grams and then we off to another sin

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Man of Steel

see im a dollar short i need to get up like 50 cent
why you in the club ballin wit da money for ya rent
while im on the block circlin wit the benz
i see you staring pointin at me to ya friends
homie its baghdad see we glad bag the bricks
pull up the whip like samples i flip
and unload one clip well thats about it
simple mathematics all the black baggage
filled with automatics and gettin money to support crack habits
homies here just laugh at it till they rly start static
and have his moms pops and sis so tragic
see its cinematic my click we ruthless bastards
stupid assholes fill the grave gaps in this deep hole
all these people can get shot thru a peep hole
my niggas eat those gunz so lethal
leave you stunned like phasers we heat hoes

i am on the block (gettin that money)x3
i am on the block (Gettin so gully) repeatx2

niggaaaa im so gulllay and my niggas so rullay
no bully we on the block gettin that money
we stuntin blunted throw a couple hundreds
to the buggin youngins hungry for gunnin
nigga you aint sayin nuttin
gangstas throwin signs like deaf niggas
keep my enemies almost as close as my trigger
barrel in the front looks so much bigga
when ya starin down it the toughest nigga wont snicker
see they bicker and batter till they see the pitter patter
of this little magnum comencin battle and the illest fashion
a billion gashings slashin because of what im strapped in
actin like niggas i supply wit pack ands-
runnin and gunnin to the back end of they shack when
my niggas attack him smack him then yapp him
the gat tips clap him in his abdomin im laughin then
this mc keeps hammers when hes at this velocity
look for a flight that allows fire arms travelocity

i am on the block (gettin that money)x3
i am on the block (Gettin so gully) repeatx2

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see ive came and got my bills up like chauncy
ghosts in my shells so my gun shots haunt me
shots similar to bear mawlings
leave you dead over the counter sprawling
youll be collapsing to the ground falling
help youll be calling we fightin future time stalling
ballin like jim jones spit like six chromes
firin at kids domes retire or youll get gone
your crying like a bitch holmes waterworks
put a 40 cal to your shirt c how your body works
gladly pull capers stay wit auto maytics
dodgin bullets the matrix aint got it den we take it

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

get money goons on deck scopes get checked
sets get wrecked sum sets get red thro CK's each ways
me i keep it neutral we get press like rewind or play
bank rolls err day niggas makin money
bullets like spartans youll get about 3 hundred
plus my persian bitch suckin grime is what im stucks wit
crime is what i fuck wit youll b pitchin pails or kickin the bucket
spendin all the duckets on the ratchets that i clutch wit
i was gonna go straight pulled my tool out like fuck it
pocket knife protectin me like trojan im rugged
aint got it well the squad is unloadin we thuggish
see ya bitch aint wack but shes so so suckish

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

Yo mazratti swagger swagga sharper then a dagger dagga
watch out for the magnum maggot
cuz my niggas toe taggin faggots
see my music epic and big like it took growth hormones
run up in ya house broad daylight like no ones home
on ya shit im on my shit get it wit the fuckin chrome
ill blow ya brains like hoes giving dome
i did it for the cake gouda the scrilla
did it with a bigga trigga and about 5 niggas
all up in the back illin awaitin cap peelin
higher then a ceiling you neva knew tht feelin
of dumpin bout a million not knowin who u killin
gone off the pillins ill make it home god willin
see im on the block faggot cops search me
cuz they i know i give it to niggas like herpes
i like rap raw like odb hit pussy
gun shots scream so you know u heard these

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

i did the whole 9 wit da 9 left niggas stretched wit my virginia tech
now who gonna die next i c yall niggas mad vexed
you could c em at the park throwin up they sets
youll get chin checked like throwin nikes at niggas
matta fact ill throw a few rights at these niggas
candy paint stay drippin like leaky faucets
it's the light show when i spark off you jawless
shout out to J-caine niggas you lawless
make em freeze like t-pain when the four's here
shout out to real niggas who did real years
my niggas top gunnas and my nigga kha gunna
got niggas gunnin or slumpin duckin and runnin
comin wit pumps-and wonderin whos drummin
thats baghdad killbot beats real ciphers nigga
and im no umpire but ill strike a nigga
show off in the club when the spot lights on me nigga

[Drunken Monk]

Kepp doing it man
stiil improving
peace

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

see i saw you in the club puffin on some drugs
i show ya shawty love she feelin on the thug
we was bangin like some drums hangin in the slums
had her all up on me chump then like my shotty she was dumped
i just love the way it sounds took ya girl for another round
had to dick her down hand her a couple pounds
had the hammer on me clown she wanna touch it
go head and touch it switch to the otha then suck it

(finish l8r)

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

in the dark wit my aviators out like the bathin apers
ridin in the scraper no need to date rape her
i got her on my drum got it in her bum
while she suckin on my thumb aint nuttin wrong
VIP section smile cuz we hulk flexin
runnniiinnnn wild shut down like detention
but this aint middle school yall just pity fools
jewels like mister T lookin really cool
haha and we laughin lane switchin and dashin
while im grippin the magnum the epitomy of fashion
all in one asshole thats me a jerk like hand jobs
if she acting new kick her to the curb ock
high thats what the herb got
murder ink like irv got 360 like an xbox
runway front spot idol on kids lunch box
real talk see the waist thats a real hawk

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

spray his face off car like the duck sauce
duck R's duck K's jump man pump squad
hung hard like old man wit viagra
smell the bud nigga weed smeel stagnant
grippin the magnum wit the cobra clutch
talk is cheap spliff it up rip it up
grrrrrip it up nip tuck his face shut
nigga thats real talk steel hawk
we dogs but you bark like the wrong tree
gun wit broken safety you gon push me
to make thees a murder scene hasty
cuz of what is on the waisty gunshots tasty
ur a joint imma lace B so amazeeng (HAHA)
the 860 is where the jakes be
tryna chase me hate me and put me in the grave c
see you alrdy know no weed then we pitch oreganol
moving around like a merry go

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

you neva know ya enemys friends or ya foes
the clip on the drum or where the barrel will go
fiends think its XMAS when theyre presented wit snow
but like unimportnt shit we let it all go
sticky situations like the puss of a hoe
the king plays pawns cuz the rooks moving so slow
we gat bussas pack guns like saints row
ill beat a case catch a body then lay low
put my feet up on ya team call u the ottoman empire
hop out big shotty red range gun fire
he drop we pop then sneak away like a one niter
right hook left hook uppercut 2 shiners
baghdad kha gunna gun talk speak like a drum
no pressure but you'll be under the gun
kissin ya wiz and huggin ya son
cuz my sun rise wit my set and over the horizon he comes

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

still that nigga who will take ya car and punch ya brawd
known international but never been abroad
still throw him in a wood chipper chop him like logs
thats what you get for fuckin wit da god
niggas sit in they house wit the pencil and wonder
how they could play zeus and steal my thunder
im more like hephestus i make tht gunna
wanna kill me nigga take a seat and a number
im like a car dealership dealin out speed
give me the paper work and ill give you the keys
nigga i spit acid like sorta like LSD
so its closed caskets if you fuckin wit me
see it seems like forever i been on the come up
better then the next nigga who want wat numb nuts
all these niggas schemin like some dumb fucks
while im stallin niggas like toll booths does