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Godzilla (feat. Juice WRLD) Lyrics from Music To Be Murdered By Eminem
Ugh, you're a monster
I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla
Better hit the deck like the
card dealer
My whole squad's in here,
walkin' around the party
A cross between a zombie
apocalypse and big Bobby
The Brain Heenan which is
probably the
Same reason I wrestle with
mania
Shady's in this bitch, I'm
posse'd up
Consider it to cross me a
costly mistake
If they sleepin' on me, the
Hoes better get insomnia,
ADHD, hydroxycut
Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey,
hey)
In AA, with an AK, melee,
finna set it like a playdate
Better vacate, retreat like
a vacay, mayday
This beat is cray-cray, Ray
J, h-a, h-a, h-a
Laughin' all the way to the
bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate
the (Ayy)
Monster
You get in my way? I'ma feed
you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day,
but at night turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like
Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta
those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter,
monster
Blood on the dance floor,
and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire,
monster
Blood on the dance floor,
and on the Louis V carpet
I'm just a product of Slick
Rick, at Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
Had 'em just appalled at so
many things that pissed 'em off
It's impossible to list 'em
all
And in the midst of all this
I'm in a mental hospital
with a crystal ball
Tryna see, will I still be
like this tomorrow?
Risperdal, voices whisper
But my fist is balled back
up against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to go
ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on
the guy with the missile launcher
I'm just a Loch Ness, the
mythological
Quick to tell a bitch screw
off like a fifth of Vodka
When you twist the top of
the bottle, I'm a
Monster
You get in my way? I'ma feed
you to the monster (Yeah)
I'm normal during the day,
but at night turn to a monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like
Ice Road Truckers
I look like a villain outta
those blockbusters
Godzilla, fire spitter,
monster
Blood on the dance floor,
and on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire,
monster
Blood on the dance floor,
and on the Louis V carpet
If you never gave a
damn, raise your hand
'Cause I'm about to set
trip, vacation plans
I'm on point, like my index
is, so all you will ever get is
The motherfuckin' finger
(Finger), prostate exam ('xam)
How can I have all these
fans and perspire?
Like a liar's pants, I'm on
fire
And I got no plans to retire
and I'm still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzin'
out, I only get more handsome and flier
I got 'em passin' out like
what you do, when you hand someone flyers
What goes around comes
around just like the blades on a chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flaps of
my dollar stack
Right off the bat like a
baseball, like Kid Ink
Bitch, I got them racks with
so much ease that they call me Diddy
'Cause I make bands and I
call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake)
Bitch, I'm a player,
I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
Won't even lend you an ear
ain't even pretendin' to care
But I tell a bitch I'll
marry her, if she'll bury herFace on my genital area, the original Richard
Ramirez
Christian Rivera '
'Cause my lyrics never sit
well so they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it's
scary, call it Harry Carry
'Cause every Tom and Dick
and Harry
Carry a Merriam
motherfuckin' dictionary
Got 'em swearin' up and
down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious
It's time to put these
bitches in the obituary column
We wouldn't see eye to eye
with a staring problem
Get the shaft out like a
steering column (Mark Jack)
Trigger happy, pack heat,
but it's black ink
Evil half of the Bad Meets
Evil, that means take a back
seat
Take it back to Fat Petes
with a maxi, single
Look at my rap sheets, what
attracts these people
Is my gangster, bitch, like
Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack these chips, you barely
got a half-eaten Cheeto
Fill 'em with the venom, and
eliminate 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid
'em
I don't want to hurt 'em,
but I did 'em in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody
will evade him
I'm finna kill 'em and dump
all the fuckin' bodies in a lake
Obliteratin' everything,
incineratin' and renegade 'em
And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it but
they're gonna get it anyway
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel
like I'm mentally ill
I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me, out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon
Who went in me, and be on the recieving of me, what stupidity, it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable
You wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatable
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable
I'm on the toilet bowl
I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull the
Man stop
Look what I'm plannin' (Haha)
