Correction Paroles Monster par Merkules

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Okay
Church, what up?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Ah, f**k

There's a monster under your bed
And you're not sure if you want him dead
You got demons and they're right upstairs
So you're suicidal, it's quite unfair
So you're drinking this liquor to numb all the pain
And it's getting you sicker, it f**ks wit' your brain
So you deal with the symptoms and hope it'll change
'Til you're back at the bottom and relapse again
The devil keep wakin' you up in your sleep
No matter what, you can not run from the beast
Like, are you alive or just stuck in a dream?
I swear to God, this is a f**kin' disease
You're better off stayin' inside, it'll spread
Thе voices keep yellin' inside of your hеad
You want 'em to stop, you've been trying your best
Like, why in the f**k are you crying again?
The angels you had no longer exist
The monster inside makes it harder to live
You keep gettin' closer to callin' it quits
You're trying to hide all the scars on your wrist
Its hurts you to think all you want is the truth
So you slide in a slug in the shotgun and shoot
And at this point, you think this is all you can do
'Til you look in the mirror and the monster is you

I'm a monster, motherf**ker, I'm a monster
Come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hangin' out the driver window and I'm shootin' 'til the cops come
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm on one
I'm a monster, motherf**ker, I'm a monster
So come and get it if you want some
I got a AK-47 hangin' out the driver window and I'm shootin' 'til the cops come
Yeah, b*t*h, I'm on one

My attitude is changed, I used to be the nice guy
But now I turn my stove to so high
And I grin wild when I mind fight these wise guys
b*t*h, get burnt like fast food fries
They got sneezed on and overcooked 'cause the cook's still fried from last night
The game is sick, huh, got bronchitis
I took my vitamin C, you couldn't touch me in the Midas
I'm not the biggest in the game but that's how I like it
'Cause they don't know if they don't or do want to fight me
This country bumpkin gonna f**k you up like I cheated on my sister
And I'm walkin' tall wit' a stick like Buford Pusser was livin'
Yeah, I'm rich now, got a couple cars from Italy
But I'm still Tennessee pimpin' in that dually two-fifty, motherf**ker (Motherf**ker)
I'm lovin' the backlash
f**k 'em up like a chick gettin' her back smashed
So fly, guess I'm out of a plane crash
And when a hater finna hit the 'Gram, they beginning to rehash
Big check the cash wit' a bank account
I need a O positive blood fountain
It's a gang draw at the award shows, got zombie bodies laying on the ground
I got a pimp cane and I sip brown
What if I was made to annihilate this whole town?
Hit the strip of Music City with some baddies 'bout the business
f**k the system, Nashville own the outlaw, you're 'bout to get it, b*t*hes

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