This song is from the album Music To Be Murdered By(2020), released on 17 January 2020.
Scale: Eb Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 82 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Ugh, you're a monster [VERSE] Ebm I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla Ebm Better hit the deck like the card dealer Ebm My whole squad's in here, walking around the party Ebm A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The Ebm Brain" Heenan which is probably the Ebm Same reason I wrestle with mania Ebm Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up Ebm Consider it to cross me a costly mistake Ebm If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia Ebm ADHD, hydroxycut Ebm Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey) Ebm In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate Ebm Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday Ebm This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Ebm Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames Ebm They cannot tame or placate the www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Monster Ebm You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) Ebm I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) Ebm When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers Ebm I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Ebm Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Ebm Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Ebm Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Ebm Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [VERSE] Ebm I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls Ebm Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off Ebm It's impossible to list 'em all Ebm And in the midst of all this Ebm I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball Ebm Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow? Ebm Risperdal, voices whisper Ebm My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn Ebm This is just the song to go ballistic on Ebm You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher Ebm I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological Ebm Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka Ebm When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Ebm Monster Ebm You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah) Ebm I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (Yeah) Ebm When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers Ebm I look like a villain outta those blockbusters Ebm Godzilla, fire spitter, monster Ebm Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet Ebm Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster Ebm Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet [VERSE] Ebm If you never gave a damn, raise your hand Ebm 'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans Ebm I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is Ebm The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam) Ebm How can I have all these fans and perspire? Ebm Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire Ebm And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire Ebm These chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier Ebm I got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyers Ebm And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw Ebm 'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack right off the bat like a baseball Ebm Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy Ebm 'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah) Ebm Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher Ebm Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care Ebm But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her Ebm Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez Ebm Christian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well Ebm So they wanna give me the chair Ebm Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray Ebm 'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary Ebm Got 'em swearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilarious Ebm It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column Ebm We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem Ebm Get the shaft like a steering column (Mark Jack) Ebm Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink Ebm Evil half of the Bad Meets Ebm Evil, that means take a back seat Ebm Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single Ebm Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people Ebm Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle Ebm I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto Ebm Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em Ebm Other words, I Minute Maid 'em Ebm I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage Ebm I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him Ebm Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake Ebm Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em Ebm And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid Ebm But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway Ebm 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill Ebm I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla Ebm You're bringin' the killer within me out of me Ebm You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me Ebm And be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd be Ebm Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter Ebm When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck Ebm Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me Ebm A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me Ebm I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable Ebm You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable Ebm I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable Ebm I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full Ebm I'm not afraid to pull the— [OUTRO] Ebm Man, stop Ebm Look what I'm plannin', haha
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