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This takes a certain type of

Takes a certain type of

Motherfucking monster

Motherfucking monster

This takes a certain type of

Takes a certain type of

Motherfucking monster

Motherfucking monster

This takes a certain type of

Heat, I grab the microphone and

Eat, take the violence on the

Streets, and apply it to the

Beats, that's the type of shit

That make your life feel complete

Going through all of these

Edibles like Rice Crispy Treats

On my soap box

I got too many words

And I got no Glocks

But God gave me hands

Should I ever have to use 'em

Look at your girl knees

And ask how she bruised 'em

Running to the bank

Yeah, I had to Tom Cruise 'em

You're waving goodbye to

Braincells as you lose 'em

I'm that tall and skinny

Kid that's kinda funny

I'm that simple one

You always think is playing

I'm 'bout that "Go and

Chase the bag and get the money", but

We can do it way better, I'm just saying

I got too much prose in it

Rari and the Hellcat

'Bout to get them both rented

I think you should know that

This takes a certain type of

Takes a certain type of

Motherfucking monster

Motherfucking monster

This takes a certain type of

Takes a certain type of

Motherfucking monster

Motherfucking monster

Satan looking down on me

And smiling with a gold cap

Fuck this dude

He's boutta get his shit blown back