Текст песни Monster (feat. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver) - Bon Iver , Kanye West , Nicki Minaj , JAY Z
I
shoot
the
lights
out
Hide
'til
it's
bright
out
Oh,
just
another
lonely
night
Are
you
willing
to
sacrifice
your
life?
Bitch,
I'm
a
monster,
no-good
bloodsucker
Fat
motherfucker,
now
look
who's
in
trouble
As
you
run
through
my
jungles,
all
you
hear
is
rumbles
Kanye
West
samples,
here's
one
for
example
Gossip,
gossip,
nigga,
just
stop
it
Everybody
know
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
Profit,
profit,
nigga,
I
got
it
Everybody
know
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
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
I'm
'bout
to
take
it
to
another
level,
bitch
Matter
who
you
go
and
get,
ain't
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,
it's
cool
now
Know
I'm
gonna
do,
ah,
it's
the
new
now
Think
you
motherfuckers
really
really
need
to
cool
out
'Cause
you'll
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
I'm
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
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
(Yeah)
Profit,
profit,
nigga,
I
got
it
Everybody
know
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
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
I'm
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
I've
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
don't
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
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
Profit,
profit,
nigga,
I
got
it
Everybody
know
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
at
the
concert
I'ma
need
to
see
your
fuckin'
hands
Pull
up
in
the
monster,
automobile
gangsta
With
a
bad
bitch
that
came
from
Sri
Lanka
Yeah,
I'm
in
that
Tonka,
color
of
Willy
Wonka
You
could
be
the
king,
but
watch
the
queen
conquer
Okay,
first
things
first,
I'll
eat
your
brains
Then
I'ma
start
rocking
gold
teeth
and
fangs
'Cause
that's
what
a
motherfuckin'
monster
do
Hair
dresser
from
Milan,
that's
the
monster
'do
Monster
Giuseppe
heel,
that's
the
monster
shoe
Young
Money
is
the
roster
and
a
monster
crew
And
I'm
all
up,
all
up,
all
up
in
the
bank
with
the
funny
face
And
if
I'm
fake,
I
ain't
notice
'cause
my
money
ain't
So
let
me
get
this
straight,
wait,
I'm
the
rookie?
But
my
features
and
my
shows
ten
times
your
pay?
50K
for
a
verse,
no
album
out
Yeah,
my
money's
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
That's
how
these
niggas
so
one-track-minded
But
really,
really
I
don't
give
an
F-U-C-K
"Forget
Barbie,
fuck
Nicki,
sh-she's
fake"
"She
on
a
diet,"
but
my
pockets
eatin'
cheesecake
And
I'll
say,
bride
of
Chucky,
it's
child's
play
Just
killed
another
career,
it's
a
mild
day
Besides,
Ye,
they
can't
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,
I'm
a
motherfuckin'
monster
I,
I
crossed
the
limelight
And
I'll,
I'll
let
God
decide
And
I,
I
wouldn't
last
these
shows
So
I,
I
am
headed
home
(Headed
home)
I,
I
crossed
the
limelight
And
I'll,
I'll
let
God
decide,
'cide
(No)
And
I,
I
wouldn't
last
these
shows
So
I,
I
am
headed
home
(Head
home)
I,
I
crossed
the
limelight
(No,
the
limelight)
And
I'll,
I'll
let
God
decide,
'cide
And
I,
I
wouldn't
last
these
shows
So
I,
I
am
headed
home
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