Monster - Boy w. No Name lyrics

#Tha Monster EP {14'} [intro] Boys and Girls Kings and Queens Jokers and Jokettes God The Boy with no name [hook] Bury NA underground And they underground Kickin' it with ya boy NA bring the crown NA underground And they underground Kickin' it with ya man; Monster, monster [Verse 1] Before; Pat star stumped me Or half the clique clisped Nostalgia lumped me Liitee novacane Brash, know I'm insane Reap what u sow Unsociable blow nuts oh-oh Hold up, I'm cashews cash due For the past feuds, outlasted how cruel Like some school kids Out of school b**h Sweats sag B's up/ We don't give 2 sh**s But my finger, usually the one Stuck up buh-ba sh** too scum (Uh) Spit fuel, Mr. Cool Ranch A tease aww chip off the old block with a T- shut ya mouth pucker up Enoughs a nuff; s** it up Uppercut (smooch) What a s*ut for the spotlight Lit just got hyped No worries b**h not bright [hook] x2 [Verse 2] NA's insane as sh** Monster saying some crazy (lip) 9-1-0, 2-1-2 Line 'em up I brew 'em too (Uh) Dark edgy Way sketchier then hearts heavy With all that starch "I'm never gon get a job." So. Fear the hearts of men, hearts of men Forfeit, get more pissed Sit & orbit 'Round that snow/ globe old N-Y that? (Aha) Find it funny when I rap I style Like leopard pants Sweatshirts zephyr in Never dance, what you wanna air them out? Like rahra da dah dah dah x3 Ride or die die [hook] x2 [Bridge] Stomp your feet step next to me x3 Step next to me x2 And pump your fist go Rah-rah Monster Pump your fist go rah-rah monster Pump your fist go rah-rah monster Pump your fist go rah-rah monster Rah-rah monster, Rah-rah Monster [Verse 3] Do you know how it feels When you bout to get dealt with A house so selfish Cuz you was bout to get a deal Didn't quite happen so the 1's you thought were true Are hasbeens, fold 'em all Wifey best friend and all Exposed to this world Website; parasites Dead right? I wasn't aware of mic Spitten I'm the if and how you disappear Stand the f** up livid critic's stare In awe but no praise Memoirs of broke days 'Ts what I call cold play Spark me (up) Everybody wanna be But nobody man's up Be what they wanna be Instead they wannabe's & They rant about wannabe's The summer breeze blew, ain't nobody want to bleed The blood on the leaves I'm the blood on the leaves So f** trees [Fallin' off, you all called him soft] [outro]