Monster - Merkules, Upchurch

Okay

Church, what up?

Ah, fuck

There’s a monster under your bed

And you’re not sure if you’ll wind up dead

You got demons and they’re right upstairs

So you’re suicidal, it’s quite unfair

So you’re drinking this liquor to numb all the pain

And it’s getting you sicker, it fucks with your brain

So you deal with the symptoms and hope it’ll change

You get back at the bottom and relapse again

The devil keeps waking you up in your sleep

No matter what you cannot run from the beast

Like, are you alive or just stuck in a dream?

I swear to God, this is a fucking disease

You’re better off staying inside, it’ll spread

The voices keep yelling inside of your head

You want 'em to stop, you been trying your best

Like, «Why the fuck are you crying again?»

Angels you had no longer exist

The monster inside makes it harder to live

You keep getting closer to calling it quits

You’re trying to hide all the scars on your wrist

It hurts you to think, all you want is to choose

So you slide in a slug in a shotgun to shoot

And at this point you think this is all you can do

Till you look in the mirror and the monster is you

I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster

Come and get it if you want some

I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window

And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one

I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster

So come and get it if you want some

I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window (Church)

And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one

My attitude has changed, I used to be the nice guy

But now I turned my stove to so high, and I grin wide

When I mind fight these wise guys, bitch get burnt like fast food fries

They got sneezed on and overcooked 'cause the cook’s still fried from last night

The game is sick it’s got bronchitis

I took my vitamin C, you couldn’t touch me, ain’t no Midas

I’m not the biggest in the game but that’s how I like it

'Cause they don’t know if they don’t or do wanna fight me

This country bumpkin gonna fuck you up like you cheated on my sister

And I’m walking, toting a stick like Buford Pusser was living

Yeah, I’m rich now, got a couple cars from Italy

But I’m still Tennessee pimping in that dually 250 motherfucker

I’m loving the backlash, fuck 'em up like a trick in the bag, smashed

So fly, can survive a plane crash

And when I hit it from the underground, they begging me to rehash

Big check the cash for the bank account, I need a O positive blood fountain

the award shows got zombie bodies laying on the ground

I got a pimp cane and I sit round

What if I was made to annihilate this whole town?

Hit the strip of Music City with some baddies 'bout the business

Fuck the system, Nashville want a outlaw?

You 'bout to get it, bitches

I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster

Come and get it if you want some

I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window

And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one

I’m a monster, motherfucker I’m a monster

So come and get it if you want some

I got a AK-47 hanging out the driver window

And I’m shooting till the cops come, yeah, bitch I’m on one