The monster

I Flow raps just like a maniac

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac