(Nicki Minaj)

Pull up in the monster, automobile gangster
Wit’ a bad [bad word] that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I eat your brains
And then I’m start rockin’ gold teeth and fangs
‘Cause that’s what a [bad word]  monster do
Hairdresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I’m fake, I ain’t noticed, ’cause my money ain’t
So let me get this straight: Wait, I’m the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out?
Yeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it
Hotter than the Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them [bad word] when I sign it
Yo, these niggas so one-track-minded
But really, really, I don’t ever f-u-c-k
Forget Barbie, yeah, [bad word] Nicki, she-she’s fake
She on a diet but my pockets eatin’ cheesecake
And I’ll say, Bride of Chucky is child’s play
Just killed another career, it’s a mild day
Besides, ‘Ye, they can’t stand besides me
I think me, you and Amm should menage Friday
(Pi-pi-pi-pi) Pink wig, thick [bad word]  give ‘em whiplash
(Thi-thi-thi-thi) I think big, get cash, make ‘em blink fast
(Now-now-now-now) Now look at what you just saw
This is what (for-for-for-for) you live for
(Aaaaah!) I’m a [bad word]  monster!