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
