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Kanye West
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Shawn Carter
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MIKE DEAN
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Ben Bronfman
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Kanye West
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Anthony Kilhoffer
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MIKE DEAN
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Andrew Dawson
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Christian Mochizuki
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Gaylord Holomalia
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Gee Roberson
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Kyambo "Hip Hop" Joshua
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Patrick "Plain Pat" Reynolds
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Peter Bischoff
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Shawn Carter
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Vlado Meller
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Слова
[Intro]
I shoot the lights out
Hide till it's bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?
[Verse 1]
****, I'm a monster, no good blood sucker
Fat ****, 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
[Chorus]
Gossip, gossip, ****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
Profit, profit, ****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands
[Verse 2]
Uh, the best, livin' or dead, hands down, huh
Less talk, more **** right now, huh
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, ****
None of who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assist
And my only focus is stayin' off some bogus ****
Argue with my older ****, actin' like I owe her ****
I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
**** up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
Chi-****, but these **** love my accent
She 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
**** damn, Yeezy, how we hit 'em with a new style?
Know that ****, 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 **** really, really need to cool down
'Cause you will 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 **** in a sarcophagus
Now she claimin' 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 ****
[Chorus]
Gossip, gossip, ****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
Profit, profit, ****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands
[Verse 3]
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 **** monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you **** know where the swamp is
None of you **** 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 murdered the avenues, I
Rape and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody wanna know what my Achilles heel is
Love, I don't get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and blood suckers
All I see is these **** I've made millionaires
Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake **** with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you **** up
[Chorus]
Gossip, gossip, ****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
Profit, profit, ****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a **** monster
I'ma need to see your **** hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your **** hands
[Verse 4]
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad **** 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 rockin' gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a **** monster do
Hairdresser 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 gotta climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them **** when I sign it
That's how these **** so one-track minded
But really, really, I don't give a F-U-****-K
"Forget Barbie, **** Nicki, sh-she's fake
She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say, Bride of Chucky is 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 ****, give 'em whip lash
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 **** monster
[Outro]
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, -cide
I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home, home
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, -cide
I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home, home
I, I crossed the limelight (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, home
Written by: Ben Bronfman, Daniel Lynas, Harley Wertheimer, Justin Vernon, Kanye West, MIKE DEAN, Malik Yusef, Onika Maraj, Patrick Reynolds, Shawn Carter, William Roberts
