Kayne West – Monster

September 1, 2010

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“Monster” by Kanye West featuring Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and Bon Iver is a critically acclaimed song from the album “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” (2010). The track’s dark and haunting production, along with standout performances from each artist, particularly Nicki Minaj’s verse, has made it a fan favorite and a highlight of the album. Check out the Kanye West Monster Lyrics, Video, and Download here

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Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver – Monster

Kanye West Monster Lyrics

I shoot the lights outHide ’til it’s bright outOh, just another lonely nightAre you willing to sacrifice your life?Ah

Bitch, I’m a monster no-good blood suckerFat motherfucker, now look who’s in troubleAs you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumblesKanye Wests sample, here’s one for example

Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop itEverybody know (I’m a motherfuckin’ monster)I’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertProfit, profit, nigga, I got itEverybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monsterI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

Uh, the best livin’ or dead hands down, huhLess talk, more head right now, huhAnd my eyes more red than the devil isAnd I’m ’bout to take it to another level, bitchMatter who you go and get, ain’t nobody cold as thisDo the rap and the track, triple-double, no assistsAnd my only focus is stayin’ on some bogus shitArguin’ with my older bitch, actin’ like I owe her shitI heard the beat, the same raps that give the track painBought the chain that always give me back painFuckin’ up my money so, yeah, I had to act saneChi nigga but these hoes love my accentShe came up to me and said, “This the number to dial”If you wanna make it number one, you’re number two nowMix that Goose and Malibu, I call it “Malibooyauh”Goddamn, Yeezy always hit ’em with a new styleKnow that motherfucker, well, what you gon’ do now?Whatever ever I wanna do, gosh, it’s cool nowKnow I’m gonna do, ah, it’s the new nowThink you motherfuckers really really need to cool out‘Cause you will never get on top off thisSo, mami, best advice is just to get on top of thisHave you ever had sex with a pharaoh?Ah, put the pussy in a sarcophagusNow she claimin’ that I bruised her esophagusHead of the class and she just won a swallowshipI’m livin’ in the future so the present is my pastMy presence is a present, kiss my ass

Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop itEverybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monsterI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertProfit, profit, nigga, I got itEverybody know I’m a motherfuckin’ monsterI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands at the concertI’ma need to see your fuckin’ hands

Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, LochnessGoblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscienceQuestion, what do these things all have in common?Everybody knows I’m a motherfuckin’ monsterConquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsenseNonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp isNone of you niggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seenI still here fiends scream in my dreamsMurder, murder in black convertiblesI kill a block I murder avenues, ahRape and pillage a village, women and childrenEverybody wanna know what my Achilles heel isLove, I don’t get enough of itAll I get is these vampires and blood suckersAll I see is these niggas I made millionairesMillin’ about, spillin’ they feelings in the airAll I see is these fake fucks with no fangsTryna draw blood from my ice-cold veinsI smell a massacreSeems to be the only way to back you bastards up

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangstaWith a bad bitch that came from Sri LankaYeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy WonkaYou could be the king but watch the Queen conquerOkay, first things first I’ll eat your brainsThen I’ma start rockin’ gold teeth and fangs‘Cause that’s what a motherfuckin’ monster doHairdresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘doMonster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoeYoung money is the roster and the monster crewAnd I’m all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny faceAnd if I’m fake, I ain’t notice ’cause my money ain’tSo let me get this straight, wait, I’m the rookie?But my features and my shows ten times your pay?Fifty K for a verse, no album outYeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies gotta climb itHotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violentTony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine itNicki on them titties when I sign itThat’s how these niggas so one-track mindedBut really, really I don’t give a F-U-C-K“Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki ’cause sh-she’s fake”“She on a diet, ” but my pockets eatin’ cheesecakeAnd I’ll say bride of Chucky is child’s playJust killed another career it’s a mild dayBesides, Ye, they can’t stand besides meI think me, you and Amb’ should ménage FridayPink wig, thick ass, give ’em whip lashI think big, get cash, make ’em blink fastNow look at what you just saw, this is what you live forAh, I’m a motherfuckin’ monster

I, I crossed the limelightAnd I’ll, I’ll let God decide-cideAnd I, I wouldn’t last these showsSo I, I am headed home (headed home)

I, I crossed the limelight (no, the limelight)And I’ll, I’ll let God decide-cideAnd I, I wouldn’t last these showsSo I, I am headed home (headed home)

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