Monsters

[Introduction] Yes sir (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir) What you have (What you have) Is a monster from the future (From the future) Courtesy of MF DOOM (Courtesy of MF DOOM) I go by the name of Trunks (Trunks) They call me things (They call me Trunks) (Look, it's unicorn) [Verse 1] It's the V for the Vendetta Scarlet Letter rhyme righter J.F.K. bullet-proof skull mic sniper These rats want cheese, they follow the Pied Piper Through the gasoline trap where I spark the lighter Might-a heard I'm stuck-up; Well they not frontin' If I stood by your side, they'd call me next to nothing Something like you're worth, I'm chopping a verse that'll chop you to death Then chop through your hearse And your friends will mourn ya, smoke, get hammered 'Cause you'll be a ghost writer, not by industry standards And you won't have to hit to see shore to see shells I'll put you so deep, you'll look up and see hell And well, I get in the zone, return it tenfold Rain firing brimstone through the roof of ya home 'Till you exit your front door, just smoke and bones Clutching concrete, screaming in a high-pitch tone [Chorus] Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra [Verse 2] I sever they ligaments, ignorant, boombox holder I'm a glaciers advise and no man is colder Hot damn, I told ya, half-man, half-vulture I pack venom with the chip on my shoulder I'm Anakin now, just imagine when I'm older I'm stomping the ground, in the boots of a soldier Hold Ya Hate or applause, I'll mame you a clause Made of a rare metal Stan Lee couldn't draw These raw metalled face villains stepped on campus And we paint pictures that'll burn via canvas I'm Thor's hammer, that poor grammar that y'all spittin' Ain't worth the heat that comes from my kitchen There's only one Trunks and I am him They said Lockjaw got y'all so now I'm in Betted, indebted, to the one who came and found me I know what I'm saying, why you suckers sound deep? [Chorus] Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Trunks ain't a rapper, he's a monster from the future Twisting your body in more positions than Kama Sutra