Monsters

Feat. Chris Webby & Termanology

(Intro: A Bronx Tale)

People don't love him they fear him

Who am I, I just wanna know how you see yourself

Like a boss

(Verse)

If there's a pro'lem, I bring it to yo doorstep

Life is ironic, I call it Alanis Morissette

I'm in the backseat wid her, havin' raw sex

Fucked a hunit times and she still ain't get sore yet

Get it loose, she drunk off the devil' vodka

Fuck a roof, we shootin' from helicopters

Tell the sponsors stay off my teleprompters

Turn yo girl's hot pussy into cold profit

Verbal assassin, laugh it while my pistol's blastin'

I'm with yo bitch, relaxin' and sippin' wine and sniffin' aspirins

Blew a thousand on the kid, she just payed her taxes

Got a ball of coke, ten molly's, six hits of acid

Crazy times like this make my life worse

Hunid carats on my wrists, that's light worth

Drug dependency, love in the taste for Hennessey

Aiming at my enemy's skinny jeans and tight shirts

(Interlude: A Bronx Tale)

He's been a menace to society since he's been ten years old

Being a criminal is all he knows

He's gonna head straight back to trouble

And all we have to do is sit back and pick up the pieces

(Rambo)

And if winning means he has to die - he'll die. No fear, no regrets

And one more thing, what you choose to call hell, he calls home

(Verse: Chriss Webby)

Webby, yeah, aw, shucks, look who hopped right off the short bus

Mr. Webby, Cali turn and we all nuts

Hard body, spin it tougher than a Ford truck

And got yo mother gettin' lower than a dwarf's butt

Fuck a shortcut, still I'm on my indie shit

Still I'm out here gettin' breasts

Still I'm on my blimpy shit, still I'm droppin' cold cuts

Rappin', now you're simply sick

Bout to go retarded, you can say I'm on my Timmy shit

On my Richie Rich, money on my mind shit

On my 'flip it on it any given time shit'

This no way I lose, you don't wanna try this

It ain't a question of Webby will overpower y'all

Six rolls of teeth in my jaws and I will devour y'all

I try to tell 'em they ain't fuckin' round with ?

Yo chance of beatin' me is likely as winnin' powerball

Bitch

(Interlude: Bronx Tale)

s it better to be loved or feared? That's a good question

It's great to be both, but it's very difficult

But if I had my choice, I would rather be feared

You see how i make a joke everyone laughs, I no im funny, but I'm not that funny

See it's fear that keeps them loyal to me