Monsterous

Lyrics

M.V.L.L. (ft. Chubbs, Ces, A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Roy Rukkus) - "Monsterous" [Emcee(s): Chubbs, Ces, A.B., Cron Hypnostein, and Roy Rukkus] [Producer(s): Will Tell] [Intro: Chubbs] Double-L. Get your Walkman [Verse 1: Chubbs] Icepick for the slow leak, pin for the lowly When it comes to lyrics, straitjackets can't hold me Fuck with me, you getting smoked like a dole Trying to get dough? We'll peel your wig back slowly I got the new hit single. You's a oldie Your rhymes suck, nigga. Wipe the cum off your goatee You must be unsure—your arms smell moldy Feel a Force stronger than Obi-Wan Kenobi Show me? None of that. Blow me? Some of that Pass your man the rock, my clique'll hit him while he's running back Piss me off, be ready to change your whole format Try to pull your stack? Find your face on a floor mat I'm more fat. You is skinny—you ain't all that Punch you in your motherfucking face to feel your jaw crack Love getting head from your mom—where that whore at? Still talking shit? Find your ass on the floor flat Now you want to battle me? Is you joking? Leave you choking with my hands around your throat (Aaah) Get the fuck out my face. Here's a token Now you can leave now that Big Man has spoken [Verse 2: Ces] So you hard? Well, just come on down You're the next contestant on Beat Down Clowns See, foul styles possessed why Ces is blessed We could take it outside and go TEC for TEC Disrespect the set and I'll wet your flesh, so sit Your ass up in a seat and stretch your neck Don't get blast up with the heat—I'm stressed and vexed Found ass-up in the street, you assessed from the get Wrecking your vets, penetrate a section and step It's time to learn—there's gonna be a lesson and test Ask a question and only give a second to guess Watching for Ces? My nigga, keep Glock in me breath [Hook: Chubbs] Cousin, we're Double-L upon this label. We're the type to smile Up in your face and play away before we lay you on the table You ain't capable to conquer us. M.V. monsterous Sorry, cous'. We warned you once you wasn't able to It's M-V-L upon this label. We're the type To run your pockets while you're getting strangled by a cable You ain't able to fuck with us. M.V. monsterous Sorry, cous'. We warned you once you wasn't capable [Verse 3: A.B.] On the low, most niggas want to ride with me Peep you with a couple chicks who want to slide with me Want to blaze now—plus, you getting high with me You acting crazed now? Must really want to die, I see. Y'all niggas Stay clown, plus I know they hide our chief With the trey pound, run up in their lab with me Mad trees, mad D's, mad keys, mad whips, yo That's the whole reason why a nigga got to flip. Keep A L in my hand. Still, you wonder why I trip Mad G's, gats squeeze at a nigga talking shit That's the whole reason why a nigga got a fifth I'm a dog—that the reason why I'm barking at your bitch Kind of raw—dig a ditch and throw your coffin in and shit Flip scripts—ain't no motherfucking talking in this shit You never was my man—why you really flossing with my clique? Hater nigga, suck a dick, you little motherfucking bitch [Verse 4: Cron Hypnostein] Dark of the heart, thick of the mist, deeper abyss Grim Reaper of kids. Death sneak up and shit Tuck your heater, equip, bust meters with this Fuckers fiending for hits, mainstream and a fifth Don't give a fuck about his. Crushing the ribs Pushing a wig—knuckles on his and nothing on mine Ain't busting my mind, don't give a fuck about getting signed I got enough on the line and you fronting to ride Bust one in your pride (Hold that) and touch something inside Fucks crossing the line, walking in line Lost in the time. Proportion of mine poor in the mind Shattered the brain with a dramatical wave [Verse 5: Roy Rukkus] Y'all niggas stay acting like you and your fleet matter (What?) But in a matter of seconds, you won't even be matter (Nada) 'Cause we splatter shit, and a nigga like me ain't having it (Uh uh) 'Cause I'll be folding niggas up and locking 'em in a cabinet (Yeah) So when I speak, close your mouth and say nothing after it (Shut up) Barbarian carving my rhymes on a tablet Neanderthal style (Whoo)—hit 'em with a bat In the chest so hard, the flesh ripple through his back We brainstorm. Y'all niggas are drizzle on the track Little, his attack sounding like a Skittle on the track Hard-rock rap niggas get chiseled on the track Simply go splat. Send a fucking missile through your shack 'Nough hoes, 'nough dro, 'nough dribble on my sack Getting to that cash. Blizzard do the math, thinking through these black Lizards in the grass (Huh?). Ripping 'em in half Put 'em in a bag stinking more than ass, deliver to the trash Diminish you and flash. Hell is gonna take you Shells is gonna break you, leave your ass dead under the maple tree Hating me? Everything you say is fucking anal. I'll have Your head upon this table. M-V-L upon this label [Hook: Chubbs] Cousin, we're Double-L upon this label. We're the type to smile Up in your face and play away before we lay you on the table You ain't capable to conquer us. M.V. monsterous Sorry, cous'. We warned you once you wasn't able to It's M-V-L upon this label. We're the type To run your pockets while you're getting strangled by a cable You ain't able to fuck with us. M.V. monsterous Sorry, cous'. We warned you once you wasn't capable