Shigga Shay - Monster Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Vanessa Fernandez)
I shoot the lights out, Hide till it's bright out
Oh, just another lonely night..
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

(Sheikh Haikel)
Light, Bright! We stay tight
Come together take new flights
To new heights, Right! Yeah!
I remain the Godfather
You go ahead *RAARRR* and be the Monster..

(Hook: ShiGGa Shay)
Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthafuckin' Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands

(Verse: ShiGGa Shay)
Will you choose money or die to really stay old-school
If you chose the latter sorry nobody knows you
Your time is UP! Go check the elevator
Maybe escalator, aggravate ya hater, later alligator
Never get sick of these kids like Angelina, Jolie
Homie you don't know me, no Calls you're Phony
Obscene machine that rhymes bout getting cream
I get more PROPS than what you get Behind-The-Scenes
Girls call me "Genie" Shigga I really wanna bottle you
FI-FAI-FO-FUM Giant, you a molecule
Throw you up and smash you 'fore you even hit the ground
Staple your face on a pillow go ahead and sleep now
Keep sleepin' on me you gon' see me in ya nightmare
Dickhead rappers I call em BuzzLightYear
Diss me a on a song just to get my updates
Blame yourself when Im on a magazine frontpage
"He's never gonna make it he's just tryin to be cool…"
At least I'm on WorldStar where the fuck were you?
If Asians eat dogs, I see plenty of Scooby-Doos
Run Hater Run! 'fore I tear your booty too!
Name one artist that be hotter than me
I'mma pull his tongue out cause that is funny to me
You wanna talk shit, here's some paper you can doodle on
Quit sayin you're famous you can't even be Googled on
Haters hated but still downloaded my Mixtape
I'm probably on their most played list, Shitface
Lion City's in my blood, you better believe
You gotta with them, you got a problem with me!

(Hook: ShiGGa Shay)
Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthafuckin' Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands

(Verse: Mark Bonafide)
Stop for a second, I'mma come thru a second
Wanna hate me the ladies still love me I reckon
I dont get into no teckin like the Sun I beckon
I talk Class you be signin up for my Lessons
All black suits and velvet boots, thats all it took
For the ladies to look, plus my music's good
Misunderstood? I'm doin you good
Thank me now? Oh, I never thought that you would
I don't wear no du-rags no hash for tags
You just caught on my shit, like you was Jet-lagged
So called friends, wanna just stab me in the back
Jealous they girl, want me to massive attack
Award winning co-writing the year's best track
While you still hatin be sure to duplicate that
Ya new hit was my first ever fuckin demo
I'm on that future swag, I thought you already know..
You look at me different cause I can't pretend
I don't take no suppliments I just be who I am
I am my own stylist, I make my own guestlist
I make you bat your eyelids you never seen the flyest

(Hook: ShiGGa Shay)
Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it
Everybody know I'm a muthafuckin Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthafuckin' Monster
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands at the concert
I'mma need to see ya fuckin' hands

(Verse: Vanessa Fernandez)
You can tell a Monster from the way he opens his mouth
And nothing comes out but lies, you should recognise
Everytime he talk shit is like stench from the trash
Tryna school everyone else but you ain't got no class
Bitch get a fuckin clue, I don't even talk to you
But since you indirectly directing your disrespect at me
Lets go, I'mma listen 1 2 3 and when Im done
Lets see if you still got the balls to fuck with me
First things first I never talk shit behind your back
I told you to your face whenever you were biting someone else's track
Go ahead fool you can talk on Twitter all you want
But while you talking to a headphone I be talking to a swarm
I twist the knife a little deeper, satisfy nobody when you got a tiny pipa
And can you pull a hot broad without tellin her how you'll turn her into a big star
Wwwwhats that coming over the hill? its a muthafuckin doctor call it Mr Lack-of-Skill
Ain't enough apologies to try to steal some change from me
And ratting out your brother when you know you were a fuckin thief
Tell me that you change but boy you still the damn same lame
Blame your best friend, threw him in the lion's den
And that's right, I got it all on black & white
Sittin on my desktop with your name in bold headline
So think twice before you write your next rhyme
Tired tired of your moaning and groaning like a frankenstein
Dont give a damn how many hits attached to your name
If you a real game changer you don't even need to stick a claim
And just in case I need to S-P-E-L-L it dude
Heres another thing that I can do much better than you do