Yo theres a Monster Inside Me
And I hide because for many tiny dissruption
I find the destruction of all emcees, fallen frees
With ya hands behind ya back
ya men will find ya fractured, i attack first, and you last
so im walkin away laughin', stay passive
I tell My self but Aggresion's my weapon of choice.
can you feel me, fuck if you can feel me or not
cause really its not for you of filling the potholes of hip hop skills
head for the hills if ya wanna keep that head for real cause i intend to kill
i belge more flavor than anyone with four more years of expierience
heres a tip, quit rhyming quick, ya shits got me inferious
seriously monsterous is how i actin, problem wackness down to fractions
bouncing back in different form with abnormal reactions you were born.
don't be rappin faster then your seat belt, and chill an feel the heat melt ya grill.
the monsters comin out to kill, i feel im stealin my brains position
itchin for this win its in my blood to kill.
whats even stranger is that this anger is wrapped up with a bunch of steal
it doesn't feel right to let a fake emcee, walk away from me not believen'
even is i liked him as a person, i have to hurt him just for teasin
me and my lyrics are tite like cartoonitry and snow in the winter season
were alone at night i start to emcee even when im sleepin.
eatin you is healthy cause your not fat got that, in fact
your quite nutritious i might do dishes with your watery ass
you got to be fast to ecscape my raps
but what makes me laugh is your fake ass tracks
im brakin backs with bats over anything
my voice is echoing like

This was the Grand Canyon but this man standin aint funny
beat... as the monster comes to fuck up your crew.


I have illogical deep dark dreams, where i follow you to the sweet park scene
and see me starting to perform a new pain infliction act that maybe its an accident
My conscious tells me but its a full moon, so soon i will return to my restin place.
Im feeling wrestless weight, i wet my sweaty face, and i stills to dream of manifest
into my flows a monster grows.
I gotta go get a cup of tea and relax, as i realise no one can fuck with me and my raps.
ya trapped, im in a world with wackness and they comin back with flashes with acid trips
I have to rip your tounge out, come out and get it back ya bitch
you be rhymin in a puddle of your own blood after this,
ha suddenly your mumbling, funny thing i thought you would just stop
cause my lyrics are monsterfying sorry to leave ya momma crying
but i need to eat you, its a urge from within, no I don't really chew on you
its worth the words im kickin'
so within my own analasys, my style is crysp
so listen for a flaw, im gettin callouses from grippin this mic to hard
your like oh god please come to my rescue but he told me to test you
for messin with hip hop you get dropped the rhymin cops come and arrest you
when its time to stop, we don't expect you to keep flowin,
i'll call the next crew, cause you got me dozin.
your weak slow and ya keep posin' to be an MC
ill leave ya beat broke, and ya beats roast from lease out lyrics
ya like cheap clothes from daytons, you don't belong here
im stronger with my shit than lumberjaxes with axes
ya stomach acid is active. and my attack is massive
fighting back with magical lyrical tactics.
deteriorating, and inferirating MC's when I get hot
im nearly 280 degrees ya making me sneeze.
my allergies are highly sensitive to know achievment.
its impossible to stop the monsters force of believing,
i'll make ya eat shit and wash it down with coffee grounds
you cross the bound, to reason, im on the break of insanity
for some odd reason surrounding me
too many undeveloped pitiful lies my riddles
i blow minds i leave you paralyzed when i chizzle your spine.
a paradise for a monster, is it devine, abilities is ready to Dine
and conquer mine will stomp yours and im alot worse,
than a fictional motion picture, so don't get me confused with Jason or Micheal Myers
you'll be studdering over my words, ya tumblin like clothes in the dryer,
most men aspire, from th first verse but watch ya heads roll rolling like tires,
like my eyes were when you were flowin, did'nt know to admire
your just showin you tired, well i suggest you leave before she gets crippled
So When you find mutilated bodies in the crowd you know who ripped it.
Lyrics posted by Alec from NEside minneapolis.