Monster - Mitchy Slick, Twisted Insane, Keyloom

In the nighttime, I don’t write rhymes I killa

Niggas rapping thinking that shit is cool, but the fact is I do this for reala

Don’t be caught at the bus stop with no weapons

Stuck if you gotta hit the fence real quick then fucked if a nigga bust in your

section

I’m from the west coast where you never know when’s your death day

Blood niggas, and Crip niggas, and eses with the

Little niggas thirteen years old taking knives to triple OGs and shit

Everybody said «Fuck everybody» so now everybody put to sleepin' shit

Take another mission, I will get offended if you do not make a trip with me

I could be alone by myself, but I still represent for the B

All stay lit for the brainsick

Oh yeah we got Crip niggas too

Oh yeah we got eses too

Oh yeah we got Pirus too

Mexican Disciples and the Latin Kings, oh yeah we got Vice Lords too

Indians and the motorcycle gangs, oh yeah we got bikers too

Motherfuckas that’ll get ready up to mack, and then hunt ya

Niggas who ain’t ever playing, but how can you play when all they ever say is:

«Nigga you a monster»

Everybody said

«Fuck everybody»

So now everybody put to sleepin' shit

From under the bed

Teeth up in your back

Everybody said

«Fuck everybody»

So now everybody put to sleepin' shit

Behind you in the dark

Reaper to the max

Everybody said

«Fuck everybody»

So now everybody put to sleepin' shit

From under the bed

Teeth up in your back

Everybody said

«Fuck everybody»

So now everybody put to sleepin' shit

(If flesh is best when bloody)

Make a mess, and yes it’s funny

You are death the rest are running

Your a monster

It’s reloading and relocating

Stay strap down with some shit that’ll cave your face in

They try to knock me down, but I won’t fall

Catch your ass in traffic, and I bet your jaw get blowed off

They say you blessed, and you’re here for a reason

I say «yup, yeah I know that’s to leave theses niggas bleedin'»

Ain’t no passes, just hundred round drums and caskets

get burnt to ashes

Block monster

Yeah I’m that double cinnamon rolls for you don’t-knows

Ain’t no tapping out, this the life I chose

That’s why I’m

Better ask the streets if I’m a motherfucking rap nigga

And I put the wrap on the chicken, put some wings on that bitch

Cuz where I be at Logan avenue with

It’s scary walking to school where there’s dudes with blue flags

Come through and clack-clack at any nigga standing around when the shit bracks

Get brainwashed by your double OGs by the time you turn twelve you a B-L-double

O-D

Rob Zombie like shit, Stephen King’ll

that’s a urban survival tip

Labeled a terrorist

Can’t get a job, can’t leave the town, so a nigga’s bound to

Psychologically made me an animal, I even shoot at a bitch

So to keep from being locked up, I lay low like the lochness

Cuz it’s hard being around niggas that act like