Monster

Okay Church, what up? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ahh, fuck! There's a monster under your bed And you're not sure if you want him 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 Until you're back at the bottom and relapses 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 them to stop, you've been trying your best Like why the fuck are you crying again? The angels you had no longer exist The monsters 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 the truth So you slide in a slug in the shotgun and shoot And at this point, you think this is all you can do Until 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 an AK-47 hanging out the driver window And I'm shooting until the cops come Yeah bitch I'm on one I'm a monster Motherfucker I'm a monster Come and get it if you want some I got an AK-47 hanging out the driver window And I'm shooting until the cops come Yeah bitch I'm on one My attitude is changed, I used to be the nice guy But now I turn my stove to so high And I grin wild when I might fight these wise guys Bitch, get burnt like fast food fries They got sneezed on and overcooked Because the cook's still fried from last night The game is sick Huh, it's got bronchitis I took my vitamin C, you couldn't touch me in the Midas I'm not the biggest in the game but that's how I like it Because they don't know if they don't or do want to fight me This country bumpkin gonna fuck you up like you cheated on my sister And I'm walking tall with a stick like Buford Pusser was living Yeah, I'm rich now, Got a couple cars from Italy But I'm still Tennessee pimpin' In that dually two-fifty, motherfucker (Motherfucker) I'm lovin' the backlash Fuck 'em up like a chick getting her back smashed So fly, guess I'm out of a plane crash And when a hater finna hit the 'Gram They beginning to rehash Big check the cash with a bank account I need a O positive blood fountain It's a gang draw at the award shows Got zombie bodies laying on the ground I got a pimp cane and I sip brown What if I was made to annihilate this whole town? Hit the strip of Music City with some baddies about the business Fuck the system, Nashville own the outlaw You're about to get it, bitches I'm a monster Motherfucker I'm a monster Come and get it if you want some I got an AK-47 hanging out the driver window And I'm shooting until the cops come Yeah bitch I'm on one I'm a monster Motherfucker I'm a monster Come and get it if you want some I got an AK-47 hanging out the driver window And I'm shooting until the cops come Yeah bitch I'm on one