Monster - Kanye West, Jay-Z, Rick Ross

I shoot the lights out

Hide 'til it's bright out

Oh just another lonely night

Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood-sucker

Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble

As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles

Kanye West samples, here's one for example

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga I got it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands

The best living or dead hands down, huh

Less talk, more head right now, huh

And my eyes more red than the devil is

And I'm about to take it to another level, bitch

No matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this

Do the rap and the track, triple double no assists

And my only focus is staying on some bogus shit

Arguing with my older bitch, acting like I owe her shit

I heard that people sing raps to give the track pain

Bought the chain that always give me back pain

Fucking up my money so yeah I had to act sane

Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent

Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial

If you wanna make your #1 your #2 now"

Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah"

Goddamn, Yeezy, how he hit 'em with a new style?

Know that motherfucker well: "What you gonna do now?"

Whatever I want to do.

Gosh!

It's cool now

Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now

Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out

'Cause you'll never get on top of this

So mommy, best advice is just to get on top of this

Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?

Put the pussy in a sarcophagus

Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus

Head of the class and she just won a swallowship

I'm living in the future so the present is my past

My presence is a present, kiss my ass

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga I got it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness

Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience

Question: What do these things all have in common?

Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster

Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense

Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is

None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen

I still hear fiends scream in my dreams

Murder, murder in black convertibles, I

Kill the block, I murder the avenues, I

Rape and pillage your village, women and children

Everybody want to know what my Achilles' heel is

Love, I don't get enough of it

All I get is these vampires and blood-suckers

All I see is these niggas I made millionaires

Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air

All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs

Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins

[*breathes in*] I smell a massacre

Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

Gossip, gossip, nigga just stop it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga I got it

Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster

I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

I'ma need to see your fucking hands

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta

With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka

Yeah I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka

You could be the king but watch the queen conquer

Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains

Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs

'Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do

Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do

Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe

Young Money is the roster and a monster crew

And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face

And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't

So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?

But my features and my shows ten times your pay?

50K for a verse, no album out

Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it

Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent

Tony Matterhorn, "Dutty Wine" it, wylin'

Nicki on them titties when I sign it

That's how these niggas so one-track-minded

But really really I don't give a F-U-C-K

"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki 'cause she's fake"

"She on a diet," but my pockets eating cheesecake

And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's Child's Play

Just killed another career, it's a mild day

Besides, 'Ye, they can't stand besides me

I think me, you, and Am should ménage Friday

Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash

I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast

Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for

Aaaah, I'm a motherfucking monster!

I crossed the limelight

And I'll let God decide

And I wouldn't last these shows

So I am headed home

I crossed the limelight

And I'll let God decide

And I wouldn't last these shows

So I am headed home

I crossed the limelight

And I'll let God decide

And I wouldn't last these shows

So I am headed home