Monstrom on the beat, shit

I’m a beast with a pen, have demons released

From the realm of the mad god

Red Leather pants and a black top

YSL on me, $1500 on the blacktop

King Diamond, black dye drips from the eyelids

Might just hit your home with a gun and a mask on

High on DMT about to blast off

Walk into the strip joint, yeah

I let her take my money

Give her bribes like a bad cop

Straight Noir, cast shadows on walls

Killing the game then I drop off

Any girlies take your tops off

Yeah I see the edge and I don’t give a fuck

I'm taking a hit and I walk off

Beefin, let it simmer like a crockpot

Bitch I done murdered like all your little girl rappers

And your girl wearing pearls on my floral mattress

What the fuck happened?

Theres no attitude

Music seems to be fuling addicts

I don’t ego boost

Let you see the truth

Everything I do

Makes it straight into my music

Name me a drug i’ve abused it

Yeah I’m rude but I’ll buy you some food if your cool

Other rappers see this shit as an endless handout

Try to bring this man down

Just to make your music seem impressive

Heres a lesson

Learn to use compression

Yeah I dare you to rap on my verses

That shit leaves you fuckin breathless

Fuck I write bars when I’m drunk and I’m sleeping

I pull a few bitches and i’m fucking leaving

Speechlees, see this blond in a mink?

Yeah my girl's dressing clean for the turn of season

Yeah I take her shopping for a new couture

Yeah I buy the store, I don’t need no reason

There's levels to this

I’m smoking spliffs on the ISS

Have Firebreath

Like a Drake when a knight wants to fight her inside her nest

Leave you headless

Above the neck

Yeah my ADD's always restless

Forgot my injection

Doesn’t matter always running data

I’m running the town with a deathwish

I’m depressive at best

And I swear to god its infectious