Lyrics:
and over came
Lets hear it for him
Keep a new toy so I wonder how good
Im not enjoying life im reliving my childhood
Big chain monster, whip game bonkers
the Monster Mash
Tonto came along, saw what was happenin'
His head began to bop and his foot start to clappin'
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic
sleep
And take shit's wipe me down if you will
Hold up, big truck
Lurkin' with the monster grill
Four fifteens I got beat like Emmett Till
Put me in my
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
me forget
I know by now it's pointless to resist
Your voice a bittersweet goodnight kiss
Silence is a dangerous abyss
So whisper in my ear, let's
step
Like a prosthetic leg
I see monsters in my head
That's why I rap with such aggression
I tear down studio sessions
Rappers scared, they walk in
below your little bed,
You could find a laughing head.
Giant teeth that chatter in your ear.
Listen to the wind that's howling.
See the monster faces
ain't go over your head
I deliver the text that don't mean that it was read
Killed a few monsters and they wasn't under the bed
It's none over God, these
half foot pole
All I need is a reindeer
So he took his dog Max
And he took some black thread
And he tied a big horn on the top of his head
Then
head?
Check all the fucking days
But wait the monsters haven't end yet
They don't only fuck you on the outside
They fuck you up on the inside
You know you
"Voodoo on a stick"
She had a big fat head and a skinny body
I wouldn't be caught with her
Alone at a party
Igor was there with the monster crew
I seen
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I never need a horse,
penchin
You can swipe what you want
Ain't no too expensive
This aint no regular sauce
This God given
Surrounded by buns
Like I'm big pimpin
Ima rockstar
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he said
Big long car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout
never throw my towel in
I'm often prowlin'
The edge of a quantum jump in my head
I'm a monster from anywhere but Earth
And I'm 1 of 1 ever since my
shit like I own it
I did it big for my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
For the times I was out here
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
And that's warnin', if you alive in
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
never did this, sucking on a big dick
What bitch? You better check the size, and recognize
When I'm between your thighs
Shit, I get hard from
Love a lie. You, a clever liar
Prey, consumed, by you, you hungry monster
Dark. Can't breathe. Heart, ensnared in your teeth
Bled, my love, for you,
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