Godzilla E

Ugh, 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 walking around The party. A cross between a zombie apocalypse and Big Bobby The Brain, meaning which is probably the Same reason I wrestle with mania, shade easy this Bitch I'm posse to. Consider it to cross me A costly mistake. If they sleeping 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-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 out of those blockbusters. Godzilla, fire spitter, monster. Blood on the dance floor, and on Louis V Carpet. Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster. Blood the dance floor, and I'm just a product Of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the Balls, had 'em just appalled. Did so many things that pissed them 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 fists 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. 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 out of those blockbusters. Godzilla, fire spitter, monster. Blood on the dance floor, and Louis V carpet. Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster. Blood on the and on 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. 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 flap Of my dollar stacked 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. Yeah, bitch, I'm a player. I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher. Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending 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 time a dick in Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary. And I'm swearing up and down they can spit, This shit's hilarious. It's time to put these Bitches in the obituary column. We wouldn't see 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 gangster. Bitch, 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 'em in a fit Of rage. I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him. Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies In a lake. Obliterating everything, incinerate a Renegade. I'm here make anybody who want it with A pen afraid. 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 bringin' the killer within me out of me. You don't wanna be the enemy of the demon Who went in me. And 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. 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 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'.