Monster - C-Mob

I’m a monster

You better run from me

I’m a monster

What has become of me?

I’ma monster

Just pull a gun on me

Take a look at what this wicked world’s done to me

Step into the mind of a madman, a bad man

All for Filleting his victims in trash cans

And I’m killer insane, fillin the worst scorn like Godzilla spits flames

Leaving the earth torn, the first born, but one a the last a my breed

Anyone who cross my path is askin to bleed

My prison has bread evil, my thoughts have turned grim

Have visions of dead people with lots of burned skin

Curse like Wes Craven, I’ll make your chest cave in

I need a blessed haven to be my flesh craven, and yes i’m breath taking,

make an enemy scram

A monster with two guns like Yosemite Sam

I’ll make em all tragically die like the Kennedy Fam

Especially this punk bitch this pretend to be man

Inside a pie box he finna be crammed

And straight to hell is where i send his soul

Then he’ll be damned

I grab your leg with the death grip, dislocate your left hip

Such a soothing sight to see your motherfucking flesh rip

Told you not to test Chris, i’ll leave you breathless

Any mothafucka talkin shit got a death wish

Cut out your tongue, wear it on the end of my necklace

When i’m done i’ma have to send for the next bitch

Because i’m restless, young and contested

Slit through your chest and your lung i’ll ingest it

Call me the reaper, the creeper, the heat seeker, the deep thinker the sinkin

my teeth in and drink?

ether?

you weak lingers a tweakin when i’m speakin in

tongues, i’ma leave your blood leakin after reaching for guns

Yes i am a monster ready to kill and conquer leavin em dead in a gutter and i’m

cuttin em up into pieces just like Dahmer

You wanna live to see another day?

when you see me just turn and walk the other

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