Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beast, artist - Rob Bailey.
Date of issue: 23.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beast |
When the sun rises |
I wake up and chase my dreams |
I won't regret when the sun sets |
Cause I live my life like I'm a beast |
I'm a mothafucking beast |
Ayo back to make you run around again like it's a fire |
I spit acid bitch like I got cyanide in my saliva |
Watch me wet and heat shit up like I'm a washer and a dryer |
While I beat you in your head until you tire |
(I'm a motherfucking beast) |
See the way we got all my niggas is open |
I'm doing it again trippin' and it won't stay |
Got a nigga wilding like he in a bull pen |
Look at me wishing I had him hoping |
But I will diminish and I stop and I won't finish |
But I drop and always kill a nigga hotter than a skillet |
Think you're fucking with a god? |
You gotta be joking |
Every single time you niggas see me, step inside the do' |
Killing everything with a thousand gorillas, behind me so |
I suggest you bow to let your chick eat my salami slow |
While I continue to dazzle niggas in the hood with that tsunami flow |
Get back homie before you get snapped |
Even got a bitch strapped in the club with a snub nose |
While I make them black with a bang and then a crack |
Niggas in the head I'm back, everybody 'til the club close |
Mm-hmm.. Haters I see you sitting over there |
That's why you see me blacking everywhere |
I'ma motherfucking beast |
I'ma, I'ma fuckin' beast |
I'ma mothafuckin' beast |
Fucking mothafucking beast |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |
I'm a motherfucking beast, right |
Homie, welcome to the east side, where the killers reside |
We playing war games, please hide |
Ain't no signs of peace, so fuck a peace sign, we ride (ride) |
Bust shots from the car seat |
Or maybe hang you 'til your neck is broke |
Choke with you with a Stethoscope |
That's how I kill a motherfucker in a heartbeat on a dark street |
(I'm a motherfucking beast) |
I'm a motherfucking beast, right |
Keep a three-five-seven in the Levi's |
When the beef fries, House Gang hoodie is the disguise |
Look in these eyes, last thing you gon’ see when the heat flies |
Yo, is it we dumb or is it the city we from |
Got us killing each other over these bread crumbs? |
You fuck with me it's gonna be cranberry and one-fifty-one |
That’s murder backwards: red rum |
I done seen a nigga dumping with the pistol |
Pull a gunmen out the window of a rental situation, detrimental |
Little kids are getting caught up in the middle when the kill is accidental |
That's why I'm keeping a pistol, matter of fact capture my enemy |
Kidnap or slap him in the back of the Infinity |
Bandanas to mask the identity |
And start spazzing like Charles Manson on Absinthe and Hennessy |
Fight back, attack me with energy |
Spiked bats will add to your injury |
When I write raps you have to have a Bachelors in Chemistry |
Or a Masters in Math to be in the actual vicinity |
To pass me up mentally, to match my agility |
From Aspen to Italy, I have the ability |
To send your ass to the Trinity |
Like death when it's after the Kennedy's |
I'ma motherfucking beast |
I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast! |
I'ma mothafuckin' beast |
Fucking mothafucking beast |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |
People wanna know how I am still hungry |
But they don't know how the IRS hung me |
What do you do when they take all your money? |
Get green like Gumby, come back like a bungee |
All of my grief, it has made me unleash |
On a bum all opponents will cease |
So I'm yelling to the north, and the south, and the west and the east |
(I'm a motherfuckin' beast) |
When you don't have nothing |
Only other way that you go is to mad toughen |
The craft up in the lab buckin' up to the bad luck in a flash uppin' the cash stuffed in the bag |
And you gotta get it no matter what |
Don't got the money to put enough in ya gut |
I gotta be the killer, cause I was stuck in a rut |
My energy will never let 'em leave us in the dust |
The lupus killed my mother |
Something really stupid filled my brothers |
And now they beginning treating me ill like others |
When real life smothers, I kill like thuggers and bang |
Fighting my way on top of the game with the pain I write this |
I came to ice shit, I reign tonight, sit you hangin' lifeless |
I'm Strange and hype bitch, I aim when I spit |
For the win and I'm gonna increase |
The pressure when I'm having no peace, feel me! |
Because I gotta eat, I won't let that demons release, kill me! |
On your soul I will feast, you're gonna need a bishop or priest |
I am that monster comin' to get ya' to say the least |
(I'm a motherfuckin' beast) |
I'ma I'ma fuckin' beast! |
I'ma mothafuckin' beast |
Fucking mothafucking beast |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems) |
I'ma motherfuckin' beast (you don't want problems with me) |