Dynem - Monster

Most artists would be okay
Takin' some time off
Y'all get some rest
I'll be at the top

Guess who gotta chip on his shoulder
Still
Even though I'm symptom free
I'm ill
Been a week yo
My mixtape killed
Groceries y'all can stock yourselves
Dropped a project
Zero sales
I guess cause I promote myself
No one hears the flow
Oh
They'll notice me when I impale
The industry of heresy
You witches do your worst to me
I am indestructible
Get it
Dynem can't be beat!
The imbecile is fast asleep
I put a roofie in his drink
I am in the driver's seat
Dylan ain't gon' feel a thing

Uh-oh
Whoops my cover's blown
The alter ego's been exposed
My true colors have been shown
Mom and Dad I'd let go!
Dylan
Nope
He's lost control
I locked him out
God rest his soul
Ring the bell
No one's home
He's evil now
Get comfortable!

Not your bud
Not your pal
A spawn of hate that made it out
Of his cage by word of mouth
Uses rage to bring him down
Was a man
Now a beast
This monster cares what
No one thinks
Primal need is to feed
On anyone and anything

Settled in
Struck again
With a pencil made a dent
In this genre
Villainous
Dynem is infamous
Sheddin' skin
Devilish
Gotta twitch
Not a flinch
Ominous
Dominant
Father Slim
Shady's kid
Innocent
Not a chance
Deviant
Sidious
I don't see consequence
Only the sentences penned
Without expletives
Get a grip if you can
Am I him
Am I him
Am I him
Am I

Guess how Ima get me a record deal
On my own I'm for real
Keep yo flash I got skill
And everything I write has high appeal
Each of my demons took my life
Anger lust greed and pride
A joy for my darkest side
Through a city where all homicide
Is legal
People slaughter nine to five
At night we dine with Evil
He will slice your heel if you don't make it
To his meal
He peels his victims flesh like onions
Sudden death
Once he made a necklace out the dead skin
Of his cousin's chest
Wooh

Uh-oh
Whoops he's comatose
I suppose I'll cut his throat
I'm the act that stole the show
Tell his ghost he overdosed
Dylan
Nope
Nor the clone
What's emerged is criminal
Every verse is literal
This song is now a
Funeral

Not your bud not your pal
A spawn of hate that made it out
Of his cage by word of mouth
Uses rage to bring him down
Was a man, now a beast
This monster cares what no one thinks
Primal need is to feed on anyone and anything

Not your bud not your pal
A spawn of hate that made it out
Of his cage by word of mouth
Uses rage to bring him down
Was a man, now a beast
This monster cares what no one thinks
Primal need is to feed on anyone and anything

Written by:
Dylan Macklin

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