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5 monsters - playboy the beast lyrics

[verse 1: twisted insane]
you ain’t no k!ller but i promise i will hit you with the sh*t that make you motherf*ckers run away like godzilla
i’m iller
walking around when i smother faces with the pillow
what the f*ck you thought it was? you dealing with a silverback gorilla
no chiller
you walking on a tightrope with high hopes
give a sh*t about you b*tches, f*ck, you all can die slow (mmm)
mind couldn’t even find sh*t, i’m all that i know (mmm)
your brain could’ve been maimed but how would i know?
put the pedals to the metal
well if a n*gga really wanna be the devil then he better get the f*ck up, make a set*up, i bе in the dark with that ginsu
cut him in a million pieces
happy to bury thеm in feces
pray to jesus if you want to but he might not befriend you
a n*gga best do, i’ma lynch you
couple grind to your mental
a fat sack with a black strap and a knapsack’s what i can do
man you f*ck around and get beat up with the bamboo
better come back with the big guns, shooting sh*t up like rambo
smash off and i blast off like n.a.s.a (ooh)
if you really wanna come and get it you’s about to get what you was after (pew)
captured n*ggas, i ain’t into really dealing with you actors
you can run away if you want, crying like a b*tch if you have to (hehehehe)
i’ma be the one to war with a spark
step out with the tec out and your ass gon’ be dark
it ain’t really hard to find me, why don’t you n*ggas hit me if you wanna go
roll one for the po one, i’ma stay high like a marsh, n*gga
[verse 2: z]
i ain’t no k!ller but i promise to hit you with that knowledge hard like nine milli
they’re dipping around the corner after hollering at my dealer
roll the blunt and crush the pill up and throw the pistol in the river (ooh)
then back into the booth before the ops is in my liver
stretching latex on my face cuz i’m f*cking ’em for dinner
backwards and i’m cowering, this reactor off a p*n*s
talking factious trying to capture what i’m after as a spitter
baffled in my cat, i give a battle to the winner
i had to bite a b*tches saddle the way she ride it when i hit it (come on)
to the pathicly i’m tragedy for asking me for heaters
i’m just speaking it as average, take it ’til sat*rday delivers
savagery is bitter so i wipe it out my mouth and run my underground lane
f*ck it, i’m a critter (yeah)
writing on her sh*t as they can smell what i deliver
i put the product on again and try a triple hot game
i’m probably out my cerebellum don’t n0body dare to tell him
thriving on my fear, felon call me by my name
pistol with a beer belly
maneuver when i hear celly
k!ll me if my ear felly streets is on the aim
homie this is brain, i’m a firing squad veteran
take art in my chopper, talking one shot late
run guap, stop never
we run top fades
run guap, stock fetty
money stops all day
[verse 3: king iso]
sick of n*ggas thinking that they f*cking with the brain fool
when it come to beats and when it come to lyrics and my mama n*ggas can’t lose
talking about you’ve been there but you’ve never pulled up on a n*gga when you aim tools
put the pistol to a n*gga cranium and turn that mental into brain food
chop a b*tch up, have him l!cking blood up in a cup and drink it like it’s grape juice
b*tch, i’m really sick, n*gga with the sh*t, n*ggas better pray to jesús
n*ggas wanna trip, fill ’em with the clip, that’s the way a n*gga make moves
we get everyone a fade too, i put the bat to ’em like babe ruth
phase two, b*tch i’m really finna black out
pull the mac out, pull up to a n*gga crib and catch him slipping in the driveway when he back out
clack*clack then i shoot the glass out
then i hop into a n*gga glass house, throw his ass out
and his demo tape but then i put the brain in then smash out
ride around, smoking like a half ounce
hollering, get to giggling like a class clown
talking about your bowling like you stack house
’til i send my little n*gga ass out
put this tool and whip into the groove but then the n*gga go home to the black couch
laugh about the sh*t then pass out with a p*rno in the background
how that sound?
n*gga, super brain
n*ggas tripping wouldn’t do a thing
yeah, n*gga talking wouldn’t do a thing
wouldn’t shoot a gun or shoot a fade
but i do it, i’ma really do it, motherf*ckers wouldn’t even know who to blame
have a bunch of n*ggas walk around this b*tch, tell ’em you just like pootie tang
brainsick n*ggas know who the gang and your b*tch know you a lame
ain’t n0body f*cking with us, better bow down, tell your n*ggas do the same
come up to the block, tear up shop, make the p*ssy n*gga wanna move away
day in the life of iso when a n*gga ask “what’d you do today?”
brain
[verse 4: playboy the beast]
putting the pedal to the metal, my pedal touching the floor
so don’t ever meddle with devil’s your head could get severed bro
several levels ahead of you n*ggas, better with the flow
beheading my nemesis, selling meats, some train the goat
i’m a demented sinner, though cynical gathering souls
i’m on top of the pinnacle while you fondle genitals
headlining, you n*ggas sell tickets to my shows
backstage getting brain while i’m kicking it with your hoe
now she kissing on you after she done swallowed up my load
thug life to the death b*tch, it’s the life that i chose
you’s an easy target like you wearing bright yellow clothes
dispose of you p*ssy rappers with both of my eyes closed
slice throats of you young thugs in your tight clothes
couldn’t be a gangster but you’re looking like hoes
acting like you’d be better, i put beretta’s to your fro
if i got a vendetta then i’ma never let it go
f*cking with the brain and murder gang, n*gga that’s a no*no
dissing me on the low*low, don’t they know that i am loco?
don’t wanna see them, devil plate up on the chain, n*gga, that’s my logo
throwing shade, i’m never afraid to throw their fade, a fatal chokehold
i showed up for my state and now a n*gga be going global
on the solo genocide, when i ride call me lobo
i’ma shut ’em down, clown on ’em, no bozo
if you really want a problem then jump n*gga, pogo

[verse 5: nocivo sh0m*n]
maloca não cala, bandido pedala
dentro do opala, inimigo na mala
ramela na fala, joguei ele na vala
meu bonde pesado mandando bala
mandando bala
meu bonde pesado só mandando bala
gangue na gringa do sangue que ginga
nocivo se vinga na saga do cinga
salvador coringa
no flow de mandinga, paranga com pinga
reggae na muringa
reggae na muringa
speed clã de vã, vietnã
terra de talibã
guerra, terceiro [?], tirando foto com fã
focado no amanhã, nem meti meu talismã
sem tempo pra peter pan, [?]
mutila, nocivo mutila
nocivo sh0m*nstro, demonstro meu flow godzilla
sobrevivente, combatente, toma, é de graça
sou da quebrada, pela pele, polícia embaça
fazendo inimigo, dinheiro, fome e fumaça
rimando avançado na velocidade de um caça
crime de laça, sangue na taça
[?] de monte, deve [?] não passa
mudando meu mundo sem medo da moda
rimando na roda, maldade incomoda
recalque tá foda, que se foda os pela
salve os dedo sujo, skatista, favela
prá

- playboy the beast lyrics

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