text: I shoot the lights out
  Hide til its bright out
  Oh, just another lonely night
  Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
  Bitch, Im a monster, no-good bloodsucker
  Fat motherfucker, now look whos in trouble
  As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
  Kanye West samples, heres one for example
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands
  Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
  Less talk, more head right now, huh
  And my eyes more red than the devil is
  And Im bout to take it to another level, bitch
  Matter who you go and get, aint nobody cold as this
  Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
  And my only focus is stayin on some bogus shit
  Arguin with my older bitch, actin like I owe her shit
  I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
  Bought the chain that always give me back pain
  Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
  Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent
  Chick came up to me and said, This the number to dial
  If you wanna make your number one your number two now
  Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it Malibooyah
  Goddamn, Yeezy always hit em with a new style
  Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon do now?
  Whatever I wanna do, gosh, its cool now
  Know Im gonna do, ah, its the new now
  Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
  Cause youll never get on top of this
  So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
  Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
  Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus
  Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
  Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
  Im livin in the future so the present is my past
  My presence is a present, kiss my ass
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert 
  Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands
  Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
  Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
  Question, what do these things all have in common?
  Everybody knows Im a motherfuckin monster
  Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
  Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
  None of you niggas have seen the carnage that Ive seen
  I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
  Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
  Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
  Rape and pillage your village, women and children
  Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
  Love, I dont get enough of it
  All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
  All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
  Millin about, spillin they feelings in the air
  All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
  Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
  I smell a massacre
  Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
  Everybody know Im a motherfuckin monster
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fuckin hands
  Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
  With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
  Yeah, Im in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
  You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
  Okay, first things first, Ill eat your brains
  Then Ima start rocking gold teeth and fangs
  Cause thats what a motherfuckin monster do
  Hair dresser from Milan, thats the monster do
  Monster Giuseppe heel, thats the monster shoe
  Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
  And Im all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
  And if Im fake, I aint notice cause my money aint
  So let me get this straight, wait, Im the rookie?
  But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
  50K for a verse, no album out
  Yeah, my moneys so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
  Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
  Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
  Nicki on them titties when I sign it
  Thats how these niggas so one-track-minded
  But really, really I dont give an F-U-C-K
  Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-shes fake
  She on a diet, but my pockets eatin cheesecake
  And Ill say, bride of Chucky, its childs play
  Just killed another career, its a mild day
  Besides, Ye, they cant stand besides me
  I think me, you, and Am should ménage Friday
  Pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash
  I think big, get cash, make em blink fast
  Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
  Ah, Im a motherfuckin monster
  I, I crossed the limelight
  And Ill, Ill let God decide
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home 
  I, I crossed the limelight
  And Ill, Ill let God decide, cide 
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home 
  I, I crossed the limelight 
  And Ill, Ill let God decide, cide
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home