Monster (ft. Kanye West, Jay Z, Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj)

I shoot the lights out High till it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life? Tell my monster no good blood sucks Fat, fat, fat I look who's in trouble As you run through my jungles All you hear is rumbling Kanye West sample Gossip, gossip, gossip Stop it, everybody know I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a monster I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert Prop it, prop it, prop it I got it, everybody know I'm a, I'm a, I'm a monster I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert I'ma need a CFT of hands Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong Loch Ness, Goblin, Ghoul A zombie with no conscience Question, what are these things all have in common? Everybody knows I'm a, I'm a, I'm a monster Conquer, stomp, just stop your silly nonsense Nonsense, none of you know where the swamp is None of you have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear fiends scream in my dreams Murder, murder and black convertibles I kill a block, I murder the avenues Raping village to village, women and children Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is Love, I don't get enough of it All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers All I see is these I made millionaires Milling about, spilling their feelings in the air All I see is these fake fakes with no fangs Trying to draw blood from my ice cold veins I smell a massacre Seems to be the only way to back you Gossip, gossip, you can just stop it Everybody know I'm a, I'm a, I'm a monster I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert Prop it, prop it, now I got it Everybody know I'm a, I'm a, I'm a monster I'ma need a CFT of hands at the concert I'ma need a CFT of hands Pull up in a monster automobile gangster With a bad bad that came from Sri Lanka Yeah, I'm in a tank, I color out Willy Wonka You could be the king, but watch the queen Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs Cause that's what I'm, what I'm, what I'm monster do Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster do Monster dresser be here, that's the monster show Young money is the roster in a monster crew And I'm pull up, pull up, pull up in the bank With a funny face, and if I'm fake I ain't know this cause my money ain't So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie? But my features in my show is ten times your pay? The DK for a verse, no album out? Yeah, my money so tall that my Barbie's gotta climb it Hotter than the Middle East, then climb it Find it, twenty months I run, got to whine it Whine it, Nicki on the beat when I sign it Body, body, so one -track minded But really, really, I don't ever ask you Hey, forget Barbie, Nicki, she's fake She on a diet, but her pockets ain't in cheesecake And I'll say, boy, the Chucky and Chops play Just killed another career, it's a mild day Besides Ye, they can't stand besides me I think me, you, and Ian, Sean, and Friday Pink wig, wig, give them whiplash I think big, get cash, make them blink fast Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for I'm a, I'm a monster