LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGodzilla (Feat. Juice WRLD)
Ugh, you're a monsterI can swallow a bottle of alcoholAnd I'll feel like GodzillaBetter hit the deck like the card dealerMy whole squad's in here, walking around the partyA cross between a zombie apocalypseAnd big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan which is probably theSame reason I wrestle with maniaShady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd upConsider it to cross me a costly mistakeIf they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomniaADHD, hydroxycutPass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey)In AA with an AK, meleeFinna set it like a playdateBetter vacate, retreat like a vacay, maydayThis beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-ALaughing all the way to the bank, I spray flamesThey cannot tame or placate theMonsterYou get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)I'm normal during the dayBut at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetI'm just a product of Slick RickAnd Onyx, told 'em lick the ballsHad 'em just appalledAt so many things that pissed 'em offIt's impossible to list 'em allAnd in the midst of all thisI'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ballTryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?Risperdal, voices whisperMy fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guyWith the missile launcherI'm just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitchScrew off like a fifth of VodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I'm aMonsterYou get in my wayI'ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)I'm normal during the dayBut at night, turn to a monster (Yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetIf you never gave a damn, raise your hand'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plansI'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin' finger (Finger) , prostate exam ('Xam)How can I have all these fans and perspire?Like a liar's pants, I'm on fireAnd I got no plans to retireAnd I'm still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin' outI only get more handsome and flierI got 'em passin' out likeWhat you do when you hand someone flyersAnd what goes around comes aroundJust like the blades on a chainsaw'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stackRight off the bat like a baseballLike Kid Ink, bitchI got them racks with so much easeThat they call me Diddy'Cause I make bandsAnd I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)Bitch, I'm a playerI'm too motherfuckin' stingy for CherWon't even lend you an earAin't even pretending to careBut I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury herFace on my genital area, the original Richard RamirezChristian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit wellSo they wanna give me the chairLike a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray'Cause e'ry Tom and DickAnd Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionaryGot 'em swearing up and down they can spitThis shit's hilariousIt's time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn't see eye to eyeWith a staring problemGet the shaft like a steering column (Mark Jack)Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black inkEvil half of the Bad MeetsEvil, that means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Beats with a maxi, singleLook at my rap sheet, what attracts these peopleIs my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack chipsYou barely got a half-eaten CheetoFill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'emOther words, I Minute Maid 'emI don't want to hurt 'emBut I did 'em in a fit of rageI'm murderin' again, nobody will evade himFinna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lakeObliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'emAnd I make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally illI'm Attila, kill or be killedI'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorillaYou're bringin' the killer within me out of meYou don't want to be the enemyOf the demon who went in meAnd be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd beEvery bit of me's the epitome of a spitterWhen I'm in the vicinityMotherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into meA hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadableYou wanna battle, I'm availableI'm blowin' up like an inflatableI'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadableI'm on the toilet bowlI got a trailer full of moneyAnd I'm paid in fullI'm not afraid to pull the—Man, stopLook what I'm plannin', haha
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