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Monster Lyrics – Kanye West, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, and more feat. Bon Iver, Rick Ross

    Monster is a popular song by Kanye West, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, and more featuring Bon Iver, Rick Ross, from the 2010 album My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Check words to Kanye West, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, and more Monster Lyrics in English below.

    Monster Lyrics – Kanye West, Jay-Z, Nicki Minaj, and more feat. Bon Iver, Rick Ross 

    [Intro: Justin Vernon]
    I shoot the lights out
    Hide ’til it’s bright out
    Oh, just another lonely night
    Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    Bitch, I’m a monster, no-good bloodsucker
    Fat motherfucker, now look who’s in trouble
    As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
    Kanye West samples, here’s one for example

    [Chorus: Kanye West]
    Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands
    [Verse 2: Kanye West]
    Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
    Less talk, more head right now, huh
    And my eyes more red than the devil is
    And I’m ’bout to take it to another level, bitch
    Matter who you go and get, ain’t nobody cold as this
    Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
    And my only focus is stayin’ on some bogus shit
    Arguin’ with my older bitch, actin’ like I owe her shit
    I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
    Bought the chain that always give me back pain
    Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
    Chi nigga, but these hoes love my accent
    Chick came up to me and said, “This the number to dial
    If you wanna make your number one your number two now”
    Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it “Malibooyah”
    Goddamn, Yeezy always hit ’em with a new style
    Know that motherfucker, well, what you gon’ do now?
    Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it’s cool now
    Know I’m gonna do, ah, it’s the new now
    Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
    ‘Cause you’ll never get on top of this
    So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
    Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
    Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagus
    Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
    Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
    I’m livin’ in the future so the present is my past
    My presence is a present, kiss my ass
    [Chorus: Kanye West & Jay Z]
    Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert (Yeah)
    Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

    [Verse 3: Jay Z]
    Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
    Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
    Question, what do these things all have in common?
    Everybody knows I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
    Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
    None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen
    I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
    Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
    Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
    Rape and pillage your village, women and children
    Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
    Love, I don’t get enough of it
    All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
    All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
    Millin’ about, spillin’ they feelings in the air
    All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
    Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
    I smell a massacre
    Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up
    [Chorus: Kanye West]
    Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
    Everybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monster
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concert
    I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

    [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
    Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
    With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
    Yeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
    You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
    Okay, first things first, I’ll eat your brains
    Then I’ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
    ‘Cause that’s what a motherfuckin’ monster do
    Hair dresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘do
    Monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe
    Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
    And I’m all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
    And if I’m fake, I ain’t notice ’cause my money ain’t
    So let me get this straight, wait, I’m the rookie?
    But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
    50K for a verse, no album out
    Yeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
    Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
    Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
    Nicki on them titties when I sign it
    That’s how these niggas so one-track-minded
    But really, really I don’t give an F-U-C-K
    “Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki, sh-she’s fake”
    “She on a diet,” but my pockets eatin’ cheesecake
    And I’ll say, bride of Chucky, it’s child’s play
    Just killed another career, it’s a mild day
    Besides, Ye, they can’t stand besides me
    I think me, you, and Am’ should ménage Friday
    Pink wig, thick ass, give ’em whiplash
    I think big, get cash, make ’em blink fast
    Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
    Ah, I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

    [Outro: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson]
    I, I crossed the limelight
    And I’ll, I’ll let God decide
    And I, I wouldn’t last these shows
    So I, I am headed home (Headed home)
    I, I crossed the limelight
    And I’ll, I’ll let God decide, ‘cide (No)
    And I, I wouldn’t last these shows
    So I, I am headed home (Head home)
    I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight)
    And I’ll, I’ll let God decide, ‘cide
    And I, I wouldn’t last these shows
    So I, I am headed home

    [Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & Plain Pat]
    [Video directed by Jake Nava]

     

    Writer(s): Kanye West, Jay-Z, Justin Vernon, Rick Ross, Bon Iver, Nicki Minaj, et al.

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