paroles de chanson Godzilla (feat. Juice WRLD) - Eminem feat. Juice WRLD
(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
B-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
(ayy)
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
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
her
Face
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
like
a
steering
column
(monster)
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
Beats
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
wanna
hurt
'em,
but
I
did,
I'm
in
a
fit
of
rage
I'm
murderin'
again,
nobody
will
evade
I'm
finna
kill
'em,
I'm
dumpin'
their
fuckin'
bodies
in
the
lake
Obliteratin'
everything,
incinerate
a
renegade
I'm
here
to
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
bee,
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
receiving
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
a-,
man,
stop
Look
what
I'm
plannin'
(haha)
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