Godzilla Song Lyrics - The Loyal Studios

Godzilla Song Lyrics…

Ugh, you’re a monster

I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I’ll feel like GodzillaBetter hit the deck like the card dealerMy whole squad’s in here, walkin’ around the partyA cross between a zombie apocalypse and B-Bobby “The Brain” Heenan

Which is probably the same reason I wrestle with maniaShady’s in this bitch, I’m posse’d up, consider it to cross me a costly mistakeIf they sleepin’ on me, the hos better get insomniaADHD, Hydroxycut, pass the Courvoisi’

In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play dateBetter vacate, retreat like a vacay, maydayThis beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-ALaughin’ 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 (yeah)I’m normal durin’ the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)When the moon shines like Ice Road TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbusters

Godzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

I’m just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told ’em lick the ballsHad ’em just appalled, did so many things that pissed ’em offIt’s impossible to list ’em allAnd in the midst of all this, I’m in a mental hospital with a crystal ballTryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?

Risperdal, voices whisperMy fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcherI’m just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I’m a

Godzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood 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 plansI’m on point like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin’ finger (finger), prostate exam (‘xam)

How can I have all these fans and perspire? Like a liar’s pants, I’m on fireAnd I got no plans to retire, and I’m still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin’ out, I only get more handsome and flyerI 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 baseballLike Kid Ink, bitch, I got ’em racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy‘Cause I make bands and I call gettin’ cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake, yeah)

Bitch, I’m a player, I’m too motherfuckin’ stingy for CherWon’t even lend you an ear, ain’t even pretendin’ to careBut I tell a bitch I’ll marry her if she’ll bury herFace in my genital area, the original Richard RamirezCristhian 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 Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin’ dictionary on ’emSwearin’ up and down they can spit, this shit’s hilariousIt’s time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn’t see eye to eye with a starin’ problemGet the shaft like a steerin’ column (monster)

Trigger-happy, pack heat, but it’s black inkEvil half of the Bad Meets, evil, that means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Beats with a maxi singleLook at my rap sheet, what attracts these peopleIs my ‘Gangsta Bitch’ like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto

Fill ’em with the venom and eliminate ’em, other words, I Minute Maid ’emI don’t wanna hurt ’em, but I did, I’m in a fit of rage, I’m murderin’ again, nobody will evadeI’m finna kill ’em and dump all their fuckin’ bodies in the lakeObliteratin’ everythin’, incinerate a renegadeI’m here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don’t nobody want it, but they’re gonna get it anyway

‘Cause I’m beginnin’ to feel like I’m mentally illI’m Attila, kill or be killed, I’m a killer bee, the vanilla gorillaYou bringin’ the killer within me outta meYou don’t wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered meAnd be on the receivin’ end of me, what stupidity it’d beEvery bit of me’s the epitome of a spitterWhen I’m in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into me

A hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI’m ’bout to fuckin’ finish you, bitch, I’m unfadableYou wanna battle, I’m available, I’m blowin’ up like an inflatableI’m undebatable, I’m unavoidable, I’m unevadableI’m on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of moneyAnd I’m paid in full, I’m not afraid to pull a-

Man, stop, look what I’m plannin’, haha