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monster - boy w. no name lyrics

#tha monster ep {14′}

[intro]
boys and girls
kings and queens
jokers and jokettes
god
the boy with no name

[hook]
bury na underground
and they underground
kickin’ it with ya boy
na bring the crown

na underground
and they underground
kickin’ it with ya man;
monster, monster

[verse 1]
before;
pat star stumped me
or half the clique clisped nostalgia lumped me
liitee novacane
brash, know i’m insane
reap what u sow
unsociable blow nuts oh-oh
hold up, i’m cashews cash due
for the past feuds, outlasted how cruel
like some school kids
out of school b-tch
sweats sag b’s up/ we don’t give 2 sh-ts
but my finger, usually the one
stuck up buh-ba sh-t too sc-m
(uh) spit fuel, mr. cool ranch
a tease aww chip off the old block with a
t- shut ya mouth pucker up
enoughs a nuff; suck it up
uppercut (smooch)
what a sl-t for the spotlight
lit just got hyped
no worries b-tch not bright

[hook] x2

[verse 2]
na’s insane as sh-t
monster saying some crazy (lip)
9-1-0, 2-1-2
line ’em up i brew ’em too
(uh) dark edgy
way sketchier then hearts heavy
with all that starch
“i’m never gon get a job.”
so. fear the hearts of men, hearts of men
forfeit, get more p-ssed
sit & orbit
’round that snow/ globe old
n-y that?
(aha) find it funny when i rap i style
like leopard pants
sweatshirts zephyr in
never dance, what you wanna air them out?
like rahra da dah dah dah x3
ride or die die

[hook] x2

[bridge]
stomp your feet step next to me x3
step next to me x2
and pump your fist go rah-rah monster
pump your fist go rah-rah monster
pump your fist go rah-rah monster
pump your fist go rah-rah monster
rah-rah monster, rah-rah monster

[verse 3]
do you know how it feels
when you bout to get dealt with
a house so selfish
cuz you was bout to get a deal
didn’t quite happen so the 1’s you thought were true
are hasbeens, fold ’em all
wifey best friend and all
exposed to this world
website; parasites
dead right? i wasn’t aware of mic
spitten i’m the if and how you disappear
stand the f-ck up livid critic’s stare
in awe but no praise
memoirs of broke days
‘ts what i call cold play
spark me (up)
everybody wanna be
but n0body man’s up
be what they wanna be
instead they wannabe’s
& they rant about wannabe’s
the summer breeze blew, ain’t n0body want to bleed
the blood on the leaves
i’m the blood on the leaves
so f-ck trees

[fallin’ off, you all called him soft]

[outro]

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