Godzilla Lyrics – Eminem Ft. Juice WRLD

Uh, you’re a monster

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I 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 a wife beater
Rain beatin’ which is probably the
Same reason I wrestle with mania
Shady’s in this bitch, I’m positive
Considerate it to cross me
A costly mistake if they sleepin’ on me though
Hoes better get insomnia, ADHD, hydroxycut
Pass the crevasia (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 flings
They cannot tame or placate the (Ayy)

Monster
You be in my way? I’ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I’m normal during the day, but at night turn to the monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like off road truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, hard spitter, a monster
Hood, I look good, on the Louis V. carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood, I’m the best one on the Louis V. carpet

I’m just a product of Slick Rick, at Onyx, told ’em lick the balls
Had ’em just appalled that so many things that pissed them off
It’s impossible to list them off
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?
Risked but all voices whisper
My fist is far back against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to go ballistic on you
Pistol, I’m the guy with the missile launcher
I’m just the Lochness, the myhtological
Quick to tell a bitch to go off like a fifth of Vodka
When you twist the top of the bottle, I’ma

Monster
You be in my way? I’ma feed you to the monster (Yeah)
I’m normal during the day, but at night turn to the monster (Yeah)
When the moon shines like off road truckers
I look like a villain outta those blockbusters
Godzilla, hard spitter, a monster
Hood, I look good, on the Louis V. carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood, I’m the best one on the Louis V. carpet

If you never gave a damn, raise a hand
‘Cause I’m about to set a trip, vacation plans
At one point, like Myan exits, or you’ll never be dead
Dance like a motherufckin’ finger, ringer, prostate exam (‘Xam)
How can I have all these fans but expire 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’, now I am only getting more handsome and flyer
I got ’em passin’ out like what you do, when you hear someone flyer
What goes around comes around like