Beast

[Hook: MicSteam] (x2)
I don't think they really wanna see
Better run off 'fore I turn into a beast
I'm a beast... beast...

[Verse 1: MicSteam]
Better go pop some popcorn before I hop in the platform
And transform- y'all been warned, I leave 'em scarred
Kill like a killer bee swarm, don't wanna see me grow horns
Coming at 'em in the raw form, really feeling like I'm that close
I'm 'bout to run up into your chateau, this ain't no motherfucking game show
Turn a motherfucker to a John Doe, you a gangster from the studio
Don't know what I had to undergo, only time I got the greezy - when I'm writing hot with the pen
I ain't got no music to greet, bitch, I'm from the streets, bitch
This music saved me from the streets, bitch
I've been shot at more than a couple times
And seen my homies bleed on the street more than a couple times
And when it comes to me and my family, we seen more struggle than twenty lifetimes
If you ever wonder why I write rhymes or why I'm never in my right mind
'Cause situations in my life has turned me into a beast
Understand, capiché? Well I'm on my feet, I'm never gonna accept defeat
Take a seat, motherfuckers ain't elite
Steam heat 'em up like lunch meat, I'ma overeat like bon appétit
I'm harder than reinforced concrete, ain't never forget I'm a motherfucking beast

[Hook: MicSteam] (x4)
I don't think they really wanna see
Better run off 'fore I turn into a beast
I'm a beast... beast...

[Verse 2: DNA Tru Lyricist]
Why do you keep bringing it on?
Do you want me to crack your head like an egg and let your yoke leak out in a pond?
I am a beast, without no beauty
When I'm ready to feast and get pissed off, my pupils look like rubies
Come into my bed for a 4K [?] good night movie
That's when I handcuff your back hand and fuck you til it looks like bruising
Keep you on my left, it is lightning fast, then I throw a right hook like Bruce Lee
All I can tell you, sir, is that he's gay, gay, gay, Blue Streak
Loosely I gaze a stinging nettle, two leaves against your clit just to juice me
And I'll be damned if I don't get my pay from another bitch, I'll never let another bitch use me
Excuse me, I'm too sick but I don't spell it "S-I-C-K" I spell it with two C's
In two pieces is how you're gonna end up when I sink my teeth in you like a deep blue sea
And usually people get me wrong when I rip the song up, nah, I don't love Lucy
I just love jamming two feet up the back into this cue stick up in her coochie
Til it's sewey, gooey, who is she kidding? It's good riddance mama like I'm Stewie
Griffin, I keep it ripping and spitting these sickening killer verses over the back-in-the-day or brand new beats
Bitch, I'm a beast

[Hook: MicSteam] (x4)
I don't think they really wanna see
Better run off 'fore I turn into a beast
I'm a beast... beast...