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godzilla remix - nitin randhawa lyrics

[verse 1: eminem]
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*tch, 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 courvoisier (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
laughing all the way to the bank, i spray flames
they cannot tame or placate the

[chorus: juice wrld with eminem]
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 louis v carpet
fire, godzilla, fire, monster
blood on the dance floor, and louis v carpet

[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
i swear this industry sh*t, to me, is one big*ass l!ck
i walk inside of a buildin’, tell the a&r n*gga “strip”
tell ’em i need all of my chips, my life been on section 8
i’ve been a welfare case, afdc pump fake
meanwhile, i’m grindin’ ’cause drug money ain’t like rap money
four white kilo, snow*bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f*cked up
i got a bad call, they k!lled braze
they k!lled chad, my big homie pup
puppy eyes on my face, bruh
and i really be drinkin’, why the f*ck i really been smokin’?
what the f*ck? i’m the sober one
man, i’m so stressed out, i can’t focus
hide out when i ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
speed past in the cutlass, me and little ocho
every young n*gga hop out
two tears in a bucket, i feel like “f*ck it”
the price of fame, recognize my pain, it’s all i know
all out war but i’m out here though
call my troops like, “vamonos”
i’m on this tour bus and i’m f*cked up
i got a bad call, and it’s all bad
off a og with my og and some oe by the tall glass

[verse 3: mac miller]
you can’t expect the unexpected, these dreams are manifested
from my head into reality, they seems a bit excessive
but i don’t stress it, two hands to count my blessings
all the times that i’ve been reckless with an ego big as texas
thinkin’ “i’m the man”, i never let these hoes inside the plan
my room for bullsh*t in the crib as small as a child’s hands
i fill the shoes and walk a path where only giants stand
i am the fire man, sh*t i’m way too fly to land, yeah
i’m smokin’ weed all alone, on the road
even though i know they need me at home
keep my control from a city where it’s freezin’ and cold
each to their own, punches like this probably beat up stallone

[verse 4: eminem]
i’m just a product of sl!ck rick and onyx, told ’em l!ck the b*lls
had ’em just appalled, did so many things that p*ssed ’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 a guy with a missile launcher
i’m just a loch ness, the mythological
quick to tell a b*tch screw off like a fifth of vodka
when you twist the top of the bottle, i’m a

[verse 5: j. cole]
wow, n*ggas been crampin’ my style
blowin’ my high, they want a reply
the number one question is, “how?”
how does it feel now that you on?
how much you worth? how big is your home?
how come you won’t get a few features?
i think you should? how ’bout i don’t?
how ’bout you just get the f*ck off my d*ck?
how ’bout you listen and never forget?
only gon’ say this one time, then i’ll dip
n*ggas ain’t worthy to be on my sh*t
haven’t you heard? i’m as cold as the tip
tip of the iceberg that tipped the titanic
no tip*toein’ around it, my sh*t is gigantic
as big as the f*ckin’ atlantic, i’m lit, b*tch

[verse 6: joyner lucas]
n*ggas want war, but it ain’t likely
boy, you know, threats i don’t take lightly
better have hands if you gon’ fight me
got a quick left jab and that sh*t’s light*speed
n*ggas say i’m next up and i just might be
started from the bottom they ain’t know a lot about him
all i had was ramen noodles and a little iced tea
now my life’s like a movie, motherf*ckin’ spike lee
i just want canaries on my wristw*tch, yeah
n*ggas get buried in the slipknot, woah
shorty think i’m married, but my d*ck’s not, uh
i ain’t get married ’til my d*ck drop, yeah
i just wanna hit it in some flip flops, woah
i don’t want kids, i don’t lip*lock, no
if you want love, better kick rocks, yeah
i’m a rock star, ho, kid rock, yeah

[verse 7: denzel curry & juice wrld]
why the f*ck i need a loan for police to leave me alone?
once you makin’ provolone, they think you sellin’ from your home
motherf*ck these maricóns, excuse me, i’m not bashin’ sh*t
i open safes like open sesame now there ain’t no cash in it
crash the whip like i’m crash bandicoot then get my bands a coupe
bands are blue from what they hand to you, my guap is tangible
sayin’ to you, “my sh*t’s phenomenal, i’m a phenomenon”
back in the days, my boys was starvin’ and it wasn’t ramadan
octagon, if it’s about my feet then the boy get dropped
if it’s paper over p*ssy, best believe everything gon’ pop
when i walk into the building now, it’s open the close*up shop
when i— (monster, you get in my way, i’ma )
ashley banks, carlton banks, hilary banks robbin’ a bank
outta your league, outta your rank, wanna be us but n*ggas can’t
i know your girl, she just a sk*nk, you got a gun, i got a tank
all this sh*t random but i gotta thank
all of my n*ggas for breakin’ the bank, b*tch

[verse 8: eminem]
if you never gave a d*mn (ayy), 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*ckin’ 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 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 the chainsaw
’cause i caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
like kid ink, b*tch, 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, yeah)
b*tch, i’m a player, i’m too motherf*ckin’ stingy for cher
won’t even lend you an ear, ain’t even pretending to care
but i tell a b*tch i’ll marry her if she’ll bury her
face in 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*ck and harry carry a merriam motherf*ckin’ dictionary on ’em
swearing up and down they can spit, this sh*t’s hilarious
it’s time to put these b*tches 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 sheet, what attracts these people
is my ‘gangsta b*tch’ 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 wanna hurt ’em, but i did, i’m in a fit of rage
i’m murderin’ again, n0body will evade
i’m fittin’ to k!ll ’em and dumpin’ their f*ckin’ 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 n0body want it, but they’re gonna get it anyway
’cause i’m beginnin’ to feel like i’m mentally ill
i’m attila, k!ll or be k!lled, i’m a k!ller bee, the vanilla gorilla
you’re bringin’ the k!ller within me outta me
you don’t wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me
or be on the receivin’ 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*cker, 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 f*ckin’ finish you, b*tch, i’m unfadable
you wanna battle, i’m available, i’m blown 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—

[outro: eminem]
man, stop
look what i’m plannin’, haha

- nitin randhawa lyrics

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