kaliraps - monsters lyrics
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 s-x
f-cked a hunit times and she still ain’t get sore yet
get it loose, she drunk off the devil’ vodka
f-ck a roof, we shootin’ from helicopters
tell the sponsors stay off my teleprompters
turn yo girl’s hot p-ssy into cold profit
verbal -ss-ssin, laugh it while my pistol’s blastin’
i’m with yo b-tch, relaxin’ and sippin’ wine and sniffin’ aspirins
blew a thousand on the kid, she just payed her taxes
got a ball of c-ke, 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 h-ll, 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 b-tt
f-ck a shortcut, still i’m on my indie sh-t
still i’m out here gettin’ br–sts
still i’m on my blimpy sh-t, still i’m droppin’ cold cuts
rappin’, now you’re simply sick
bout to go r-t-rded, you can say i’m on my timmy sh-t
on my richie rich, money on my mind sh-t
on my ‘flip it on it any given time sh-t’
this no way i lose, you don’t wanna try this
i’m a previous sword, you just a blind shrimp
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 f-ckin’ round with ?
yo chance of beatin’ me is likely as winnin’ powerball
b-tch
(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
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