s a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting? I'm table oasis with no places
want for him to be We leave tomorrow just human cargo Getting Led x3 Wise to protect us No one is precious Getting Led x3 Life was a monster I'm glad
who crawl to the mall With a bad toupee and a face like he authored a law; Pace like he mourning a loss Right hand on a can of worms Left full of gold
But a road fancy and fast ends in a fatal crash And I'm glad we got off to tell you the truth 'Cause we're ok, we're fine Baby I'm here to stop your crying
to politic and tap the power Ain't nobody all that jolly at your happy hour But I don't want to go home yet So I'm gonna talk to my cigarette And that
Everyone's high in here Beatnuts is pioneers Masters of the ceremony, takin it there Look at me, I'm a monster y'all created You met me once, now we related
all I would at least gave my homies a call I miss y'all If I could change anything, it would be the mirror When I look into a mirror I don't see me there
I got a vision in my head and you're a dead man When I roll in a stole red minivan I'm on a mission through the muthafuckin' East Side Inglewood against Compton A
, well I'll keep it to myself But I'm always willing to share the firepower on the shelf I'm shiny star spanglin, ding-a-ling danglin Luda the sheet swisha
And just a bit sick I'm just a little monster I just think i love you But you think you are too cruel So you're just a little monster I love my little monsters
no smile wasn't born friendly Born with a thorn in me, I'm scorned so I'm pourin' Remi I'm thinkin' that's boys feel me, but boys is avoidin' me Oh, got
days seemed a little longa' Back - when I had a fatha' But - now why botha'? I - I grew stronga' (what what? yeah...) A little longer to a performa' I said I
Start sendin' em' now I'm gettin' ends from em' Even friends of em' lines of tens of em' I'm tryin' to win something, baby can I talk to you What with
work this evening I'm a rider homie whether I'm drunk, high or sober The wait is over, now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra And I heard your freaky
town Whoever did this was a fucking pro Smooth, smart, complex and composed I swear I think I've seen this very same M.O. If they knew I killed this monster I
you're a bi, and you go both ways Bitch, motherfucker, goddam bi Get out your tissue, 'cause I'm a make your ass cry Yeah, I called you a bitch, and you
So we're okay, we're fine Baby I'm here to stop your crying Chase all the ghosts from your head I'm stronger than a monster beneath your bed I'm smarter