Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster Babies, artist - Random Axe. Album song Random Axe, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.06.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Monster Babies |
| If hip-hop's dead and out |
| Black Milk just gave that bitch mouth to mouth |
| Brought it back to life out the hospital, ill |
| The industry owe me, got hospital bills |
| Or I’mma take it hostage in a fast minute |
| Hip-hop's like Hostel, those three killers |
| From the rhymes to the wait, I ain’t gon' say |
| Just spot a CD like Diddy’s and press play |
| Wanna play, I checkmate your chess game |
| Got a game that I aim at your chest frame |
| The only reason why we do this hip-hop shit, it’s easy |
| Got niggas in hip-hop sick, wheezing |
| Gasping for air, not breathing |
| Sean P, Milk, and Guilt, the playing fields not even |
| Call the Dream Team, call every, it don’t matter |
| Dawg, it’s a slaughter already, let’s go! |
| We on some monster shit |
| Something you got a problem with |
| You should call it quits |
| My niggas on some monster shit |
| Listen, niggas say you a fool Ruckus |
| Sniff coke and punch niggas through school buses |
| Fifth smoke, and crunch niggas who do dutches |
| Your bitch broke, she fuck niggas who do nothing |
| Fucking hand me the bottle |
| I’ll bust his head, niggas telling a la Sammy Gravano |
| Fuck glass, cut him down when you hand me the hollow |
| Kill him now, the wife, kid and the nanny tomorrow |
| Hustle grand like T. I |
| Allegedly, his team got a C. I |
| Got me backround checking my crew |
| Funny shit come up, I guess this next sket is for you |
| I am the pick of the litter |
| You are a bitch that gets hit and starts snitching on Twitter |
| Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum niggas |
| When you see P you better have your gun, nigga |
| We on some monster shit |
| Something you got a problem with |
| You should call it quits |
| My niggas on some monster shit |
| Ayo my food sits well but my gun’s bulimic |
| Watch what happens, I’m about to feed it |
| My cars in effect, dark claws in your neck |
| Walk tall with a tech, pall mall nigga sets |
| 'Til you talk with respect |
| Your wack CD I’m gonna pause and eject |
| I’m ready for war |
| Make the call out and collect the 'fetti and more |
| I got your arms in the freezer and your head in the drawer |
| Call me crazy, bonkers maybe, I’ll |
| Smack a dude up and stomp his lady |
| I’m beastly, I better have monster babies |
| With teeth already, to chomp on prey |
| Let’s work, I’m on call all day |
| I stopped hooping, but still ball all day |
| With your baby mama in the mall all day |
| And the catch is your broad’s gon' pay |
| We on some monster shit |
| Something you got a problem with |
| You should call it quits |
| My niggas on some monster shit |