Howdy y'all, I'm glad you called

I came to rip this like the seams of my draws

I'm different at remixes, wicked with geniousness

Spit so much heat you'll get lost in the sauce

I listened to this Em album, and I did a few reactions

But I saw a couple cowards saying that I didn't know a thing about rapping

So now I'ma fry that chicken with the high hats hitting

If you're thinking you can end me, I'll deny that vision

If you try that dissing, I'll reply back spitting

Murder you like a commander of an Iran mission

Why try to fight with the guy that'll fight for his life with a mic

Guy, you might go missing

I'ma come and kill you whining babies like your lady

When I come, there won't be no kidding

Monster

You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster

I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster

When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

Godzilla, fire spitter, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet

Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet

Raise your hand, if you're a Stan talking crap to me

I've been a fan of Eminem since 2 double-O 3

But I been told that I gotta tip toe when I review these tracks

And if I don't like something, keep it to myself, just praise Em, he's the best

I agree he's the best, with the pen and the schemes

But sometimes when he rhymes, I don't like what I see

Hell, even Em don't like half of the stuff he wrote

But you wouldn't know, most of these Stans were born a decade ago but you know

Monster

You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster

I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster

When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

Godzilla, fire spitter, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet

Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster

Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet

Lately I been mad as hell, writing my tracks at the gym

Seems like every thing that I do is criticized to no end

So I just go to the bench every time a hater makes a threat

It gives me a natural high, I call that a perk a set

'Cause I'm just waiting for something to pop off

Dig another grave to get my rocks off

You ain't nothing but a fake, an awful knock-off

I can promise that you can't just log off

When I'm in yo' face with a pillow case

And it's wrapped around you like a relay race

There'll be no way you'll see the gates where Peter stays

So reap your fate, the fees you'll pay, eternity in pain

I bring the noise to the boys who avoid me, of course

It's important to sort all the men from the whores

So I'm screaming, "More men", like the Latter Day Saints

And I'm splitting more heads than a rapid AK

Bang-bang, you're dead, I'm the rabbit named James

And you're Clarence with no parents rapping on the main stage

All you do is chase fame, all I do is make waves

All you do is stay lame, all I do is break chains of the rap game

No way you will pass me, you're the cheaper version of me like you was a matinee

Can't nobody remix this like Crypt, 'cause I got the drive, someone has yours like a valet

Punchlines for days, not talking prom, talking your face

'Cause when we meet, my knuckles'll buckle you, drop you to the ground that's paved

I'm kinda hungry, it's time for me to feast

Eat all of these rappers, now they're in the belly of the beast

And I'm the Brazen Bull, hella full, ready to let it go

Put that fire under my ass and all of y'all go up in smoke

Yeah, I'm feeling like a monster

Eminem, he done turned me to a monster

Hol' up, got me feeling like a monster

Oh Lord, feel the wrath of the monster

Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em

Other words, I Minute Maid 'em

I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage

I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him

Finna kill 'em and dump all the f**n' bodies in the lake

Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em

And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid

But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway

'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill

I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla

You're bringin' the killer within me out of me

You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me

And be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd be

Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter

When I'm in the vicinity, m**r, you better duck

Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me

A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me

I'm 'bout to f**n' finish you b**h, I'm unfadable

You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable

I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable

I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full

Man, stop, mission abort, read the report

I got more bodies on my record than the New York morgue, oou

Look what I'm planning