Godzilla

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 
walking 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 b–ch 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’
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
Laughing all the way to the bank
I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate the


Monster
You get in my way
I’ma feed you to the monster
I’m normal during the day
but at night turn to a monster
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 and 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 b–ch 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
I’m normal during the day
but at night turn to a monster
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 motherf–kin’ finger
prostate exam

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 flyer
I got ’em passin’ out like what you do
when you hand someone flyers

And what goes around comes around
just like the blades on a chainsaw
‘Cause I caught the flack
but my dollars stacked right off
the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, b–ch
I got them racks with so
much ease that they call me Diddy
‘Cause I make bands and
I call getting cheese a cakewalk

b–ch I’m a player
I’m too motherf–kin’ stingy for Cher
Won’t even lend you an ear
ain’t even pretending to care
But I tell a b–ch I’ll marry
her if she’ll bury her
Face on my genital area
the original Richard Ramirez
Cristhian Rivera
’cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair

Like a paraplegic
and it’s scary call it Hari Kari
‘Cause e’ry Tom and d–k and Harry carry
a Merriam motherf–kin’ dictionary on ’em
Swearing up and down they can spit
this shit’s hilarious
It’s time to put these b–ches in the obituary column
We wouldn’t see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column

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 sheet
what attracts these people
Is my ‘Gangsta b–ch’ like Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack 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
Finna kill ’em and dump
all the f–kin’ bodies in the lake
Obliterating 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 Attila, 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 end of me
what stupidity it’d be
Every bit of me’s
the epitome of a spitter
When I’m in the vicinity
motherf–ker, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute
you run into me
A 100% of you is a 50% of me
I’m ’bout to f–kin’ finish you
b–ch 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

 

 

Eminem godzilla lyrics

Godzilla” is a the seventh track by Eminem from his eleventh studio album Music To Be Murdered dropped Friday (Jan 17) through Interscope Records. Em co-produced the song with D.A. Doman.