Monster Remix

[bez]

girl Im a monster, red hot like a lobster,
In casinos all day like a 50's mobster,
I got cha, off the mark like a boxster,
Every rhyme I write, deserves a motherfuckin oscar,

I'm so sharp, look at me I'm so hard,
Luckily, I don't swing arms,
Unless Im sure you gota right guard,
Cos you stink, take me down, so you think,
In this town, I'm the fuckin shit,
An all you do is pottin brown,
So go ahead, shout ya mouth,
I'm heartless, you figured out,
I couldnt give a fuck...
... about a motherfucking Winehouse,
Public house, is where I dwell,
Sorta like my prison cell,
If prison tastes as good as this,
Then I guess you gota wish me well,
On my 9th beer, I'm glad to be here,
With every single sip, things becomin more clear,
Did Jesus reappear? Nahh he left us in the darkness,
Cos life sucks... tits, braless,
I gota get this off my chest,
I'm better than the fuckin rest,
Everyone is on my list,
Of who I'm fuckin crushin next,
I Scorch all enemies, amaze em, flame em,
101 names, I hate em, dalmations,
Talk like Jamacians, we from the same nation,
But who keeps it real...hmmm blatent,
You waitin... the devil? I call up Damian,
He got my seat, in the heat, bakin,
The rhymes I'm makin, got celebs shakin,
Reggie be scared of Bush so Kim shaved it,
Cos bitch I'm a monster, I'm only just sayin,
Could be in the game, but Im only just playin,
No plans to stay in, I post... an dart,
Eat rappers for breakfast like I toast your heart,
I'm crazy, mozart, a genuis, so hard, like Jeezy,
No charge, a freebe, believe me,
I will get it back when you see me, hehe,
Cos I'll be comin out your set, 3D,
On TV, sittin in the skybox, Virgin for the big bucks,
Branson in a pickle buy him out, fucking rich cunt,
Got my jeans, fixed up, I look sharp, Dizzee,
Would finish this rhyme, but fuck you, I'm busy...
So i gotta go,