Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster, artist - Merkules. Date of issue: 21.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monster |
| Okay |
| Church, what up? |
| Ah, fuck |
| There’s a monster under your bed |
| And you’re not sure if you’ll wind up dead |
| You got demons and they’re right upstairs |
| So you’re suicidal, it’s quite unfair |
| So you’re drinking this liquor to numb all the pain |
| And it’s getting you sicker, it fucks with your brain |
| So you deal with the symptoms and hope it’ll change |
| You get back at the bottom and relapse again |
| The devil keeps waking you up in your sleep |
| No matter what you cannot run from the beast |
| Like, are you alive or just stuck in a dream? |
| I swear to God, this is a fucking disease |
| You’re better off staying inside, it’ll spread |
| The voices keep yelling inside of your head |
| You want 'em to stop, you been trying your best |
| Like, «Why the fuck are you crying again?» |
| Angels you had no longer exist |
| The monster inside makes it harder to live |
| You keep getting closer to calling it quits |
| You’re trying to hide all the scars on your wrist |
| It hurts you to think, all you want is to choose |
| So you slide in a slug in a shotgun to shoot |
| And at this point you think this is all you can do |
| Till you look in the mirror and the monster is you |
| I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster |
| Come and get it if you want some |
| I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window |
| And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one |
| I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster |
| So come and get it if you want some |
| I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window (Church) |
| And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one |
| My attitude has changed, I used to be the nice guy |
| But now I turned my stove to so high, and I grin wide |
| When I mind fight these wise guys, bitch get burnt like fast food fries |
| They got sneezed on and overcooked 'cause the cook’s still fried from last night |
| The game is sick it’s got bronchitis |
| I took my vitamin C, you couldn’t touch me, ain’t no Midas |
| I’m not the biggest in the game but that’s how I like it |
| 'Cause they don’t know if they don’t or do wanna fight me |
| This country bumpkin gonna fuck you up like you cheated on my sister |
| And I’m walking, toting a stick like Buford Pusser was living |
| Yeah, I’m rich now, got a couple cars from Italy |
| But I’m still Tennessee pimping in that dually 250 motherfucker |
| I’m loving the backlash, fuck 'em up like a trick in the bag, smashed |
| So fly, can survive a plane crash |
| And when I hit it from the underground, they begging me to rehash |
| Big check the cash for the bank account, I need a O positive blood fountain |
| the award shows got zombie bodies laying on the ground |
| I got a pimp cane and I sit round |
| What if I was made to annihilate this whole town? |
| Hit the strip of Music City with some baddies 'bout the business |
| Fuck the system, Nashville want a outlaw? |
| You 'bout to get it, bitches |
| I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster |
| Come and get it if you want some |
| I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window |
| And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one |
| I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster |
| So come and get it if you want some |
| I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window |
| And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one |