Stu Bangas - Monster's Ball lyrics

[Verse 1] I feel reinvigorated, don't f** with the boss I'd rather cut my own throat before suffering loss Anybody f**ing with me get hung on the cross I have anger in me, don't make me summon the source I go to war with the Glock I go to war with anybody motherf**er, I'm a sorcerer ock f**ing everything whether the b**h is gorgeous or not I murder everything, that's just some of my torturous plot If you righteous and you under attack Like the Anbar Awakening and Sons of Iraq The fifty cal is like a thunderous clap If you think that you safe and nothing wrong that's a presumptuous act It ain't no tomorrow, I don't got a dime saved And if you did it's in the Wall Street crime wave It ain't nothing worse in the world than a mind slave Going to war with my people how I define brave [Hook] I'm a monster Ain't no one can f** with the kid I'm a monster My jail brothers stuck with a bid I'm a monster Everything I do is precise I'm a monster Pazienza ruin your life I'm a monster Ain't no one can f** with the kid I'm a monster My jail brothers stuck with a bid I'm a monster Everything I do is precise I'm a monster Pazienza ruin your life [Verse 2] Yeah you know that Vinnie he been nice Y'all don't belong inside of the ring like you Kimb' Slice I ain't gonna take all of your skin, just a thin slice They call me John “The Beast” Mugabi when Vin fights Vin Laden, Taliban, Hamas, and Al-Qaeda You a snitch cop lover, you f** with a traitor I'm a motherf**ing brick you constructed of paper I dumped the motherf**ing clip now you dust and you vapour I was there when all the planets was born Before the Continental Drift and when Atlantis was formed When Gandhi told the Indians to stand and be strong And took the British out with intellect in spite of their brawn [Hook] [Verse 3] Everything Pazienza do is hard body I don't care if you Blood, Ñeta, or Godbody I was devilish before the power of God got me I just think I let the f**ing sword of Allah chop em Mossberg nine thirty-five is amazing The Prada high-tops the same colour as raisin He a rat, not even his mother can save him That's what you get for being brothers with Satan The thirty-eight practical, the Glock is for fair And this for jail brothers something they can knock on the tier Yeah, I'll stick a knife in your esophagus queer I'm an animal, every rhyme will demolish you queers Gas high but you can get the D for a real price This Sig Sauer 1911 is real nice I'll stick through the wrist with a steel spike And now maybe you'll overstand the pain of the real Christ