Monster
Sometimes I can feel rage inside me I feel just like Asta
Back then when I was kid I knew down my bed was a monster
It told me to go find all my oppers, send 'em to hell and lava
Took a bad bitch to go eat some pasta, she like shrimp and lobster
I can't fake none of the shit I rap, I really deal with trauma
I don't go out looking for no drama, can't control my monster
My gun talk to me when I get mad think it possess my monster
I pray to God every day and night when I start seeing my monsters
I can beat the box up with no gloves bitch I'm not Spotem Gottem
He thought he could run from us forever 'til we spot him, got him
Wish these niggas would stop talking 'bout demons 'cause I really fought 'em
I know these niggas would stop talking 'bout demons if they really saw 'em
Just like Stranger Things I'm seeing monsters that look like demogorgons
We might need a preist when she shake ass she twisting and contorting
My monsters said please send him to hell 'cause they ready to torment
And they say all kinds of different shit but that's not really important
Sometimes I can feel rage inside me I feel just like Asta
Back then when I was kid I knew down my bed was a monster
It told me to go find all my oppers, send 'em to hell and lava
Took a bad bitch to go eat some pasta, she like shrimp and lobster
I can't fake none of the shit I rap, I really deal with trauma
I don't go out looking for no drama, can't control my monster
My gun talk to me when I get mad think it possess my monster
I pray to God every day and night when I start seeing my monsters
Back then when I was kid I knew down my bed was a monster
It told me to go find all my oppers, send 'em to hell and lava
Took a bad bitch to go eat some pasta, she like shrimp and lobster
I can't fake none of the shit I rap, I really deal with trauma
I don't go out looking for no drama, can't control my monster
My gun talk to me when I get mad think it possess my monster
I pray to God every day and night when I start seeing my monsters
I can beat the box up with no gloves bitch I'm not Spotem Gottem
He thought he could run from us forever 'til we spot him, got him
Wish these niggas would stop talking 'bout demons 'cause I really fought 'em
I know these niggas would stop talking 'bout demons if they really saw 'em
Just like Stranger Things I'm seeing monsters that look like demogorgons
We might need a preist when she shake ass she twisting and contorting
My monsters said please send him to hell 'cause they ready to torment
And they say all kinds of different shit but that's not really important
Sometimes I can feel rage inside me I feel just like Asta
Back then when I was kid I knew down my bed was a monster
It told me to go find all my oppers, send 'em to hell and lava
Took a bad bitch to go eat some pasta, she like shrimp and lobster
I can't fake none of the shit I rap, I really deal with trauma
I don't go out looking for no drama, can't control my monster
My gun talk to me when I get mad think it possess my monster
I pray to God every day and night when I start seeing my monsters
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Writer(s): Vietto Xv
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