Juice WRLD

"Godzilla (Mashup)"

[Intro]
Ugh, you're a monster

[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: Crypt]
Howdy y'all, I'm glad you called
I came to rip this like the seams of my draws
I'm different at remixes, wicked with geniousness
Spit so much heat you'll get lost in the sauce
I listened to this Em album, and I did a few reactions
But I saw a couple cowards saying that I didn't know a thing about rapping
So now I'ma fry that chicken with the high hats hitting
If you're thinking you can end me, I'll deny that vision
If you try that dissing, I'll reply back spitting
Murder you like a commander of an Iran mission
Why try to fight with the guy that'll fight for his life with a mic
Guy, you might go missing
I'ma come and kill you whining babies like your lady
When I come, there won't be no kidding

[Verse 2: Eminem]
I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls
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

[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 3: Dax]
This beat's incredible
Me and Eminem beats are identical twins, we're like inseparable
I sing, I rap, they’re side by side just like my testicles
I'm gonna f*ck this beat like my girl, it's gonna sound sexual
Listen close if you're skeptical
I'm 'bout to mop it up
Toes painted while I'm robbin' ya
Daxnos repping H and M
They all humbly miss if they Hollister
Twist words like I'm Oliver
See my future something like philosophers (Goddamn)
n*ggas runnin' just like Forrest
I went the extra mile, they went kilometers (Go!)
I'm bout to eradicate it
If they spoke on my name, it was fabricated
Every move that I made has been calculated
If you hating, then you get decapitated
Are you captivated?
I was born for this, why are you aggravated?
I got drip, it's so hot it evaporated
I got drive, you in park, I can validate it
Cut this beat up, I'm 'bout to examinate it
No exaggeration, this no problem, hakuna matata
n*ggas be lyin', I might call you Simba and give you a scar and say, "Hasta mañana"
I finish beats like a period, don’t take no breaks, if I do it's to count up my commas
I'm hot like a sauna
I'm spitting, my n*gga, I feel like a llama
I'm bombing on beats, man, I feel like Osama
I'm taking precedence, trumping the game, blacking out on the country, I feel like Obama
You rap for a chapter, I rap for a saga
I'm milking this beat like the tits on our mamas
This beat is home, it's mi casa, su casa
I'm changing my flows like the skins on iguanas
My di*k is big, when I grabbed it and showed her, she looked up to Heaven and screamed "Anaconda!"
If you chitchat, you will get gang banged just like a double cheese and a McChicken when mismatched, then toe tagged like tic tac
My flow is nice, say it's not, we know that's big cap
It's Dax, you know that I'ma get big racks
Click-clack
2020, I'ma make impact
In fact, I'ma drop hits every time I roll out
Just did a show in my city and sucked on some titties, I had that b*tch sold out
Watch how I dunk on the beat like I been in the league, ain't nobody got more bounce
People will do anything for the fame, everything is a game, they want more clout

[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 4: Eminem]
If you never gave a damn (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 di*k 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

[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 5: Scru Face Jean]
I ain't scared ho
These n*ggas my peers bro
But I been killin' it for years though
Come here bro
For you muhf*ckin' weirdos, we got a pump like (?)
My air goes, put a bang to your ear hole
When it bang, you the scarecrow
That's no brain, at close range
When that ho bang, you Cobain
Oh mane, chopsticks turn this ho brain to lo mein
Poor thang, (?) now you ridin' that soul train
Ribbidy-Ribbidy-Rabbidy-
n*ggas be whackin' them beats from Cassidy (Huh)
(?) like you can't rap as fast as me
Count all these syllables, it ain't a masterpiece
Actually, I can rap slower
Round my foes like a boa
'Cause in the hood, they got the kings poison like they cobras
We cold soldiers
Either that or some coke growers
Boat owners, move 'em birds on water like they know Noah
Lone soldier, I've seen pus*y n*ggas let they man die
Combed over, but these the bald head that you can't hide
Anti-social, if I don't know you, you can die
And I'm, on my man's side, that how a man ride
But let me give you some lessons before I leave ya'
You n*ggas must've grew up on Leave It To Beaver
Where I'm from there's evil
The loyalty in your people
Is the only thing that keep you from a box in a cathedral
Now dumb n*ggas gon' hear that sh*t, and be like "What?"
But some n*ggas gon' hear that sh*t, and be like "Duh!"
This for them n*gga
That's the code we follow to the motherf*ckin' end n*gga
Blood over water, family, over friends n*gga

[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 6: We Skeem]
Jump on the beat to get this, everybody wanna skip this
I'm the kind of menace that you witness
With a hit-list, leave you witless
When you hear my wit hit but you miss it
Lift these bars over heads with fitness
I'm too legit to quit it, you're too lit to get it
My mob of weirdos ain't afraid of your mafia
Say what you like, there's nothing to stopping yah
First impressions kinda hard for this guy
Maybe I'll get it on the third or fourth try
But if you don't understand the things I do, I-
Will leave you in the dust like I did that one guy
Add seven to one, spin around, now you found
The number and the feeling that adds up to a clown
Still sitting in the darkness where I left him
Buried underground

[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 7: Yuri Khedz]
I'm a bit wild once you get to know me
I just need a man who can stay and hold me
Someone who can take me to the edge and show me
The world and you know go see
I know, I said that I'm wild before but in the end I'm not some grimy whore, I'm a woman of God, Jesus and Dinosaurs
-Wha-
See, I have this theory that God made us kinda sore
I ain't got a fever, just got a hot head
I lay there thinkin' damn I'm not well
I'd do anything to go and drop dead
Aight so twins, do they got the same size di*ks?
Do they know what each other thinks?
Will they have similar lookin' kids

[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 8: Eminem]
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 fittin' to kill '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 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 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

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