Karaoke Godzilla by Eminem — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Godzilla Karaoke

EminemJuice WRLD

LyricsGodzilla

Ugh, you're a monster

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 bitch,

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

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, HAHAHA

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 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

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 '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 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

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

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, prostate exam

How can I have all

these fans and perspire

Like a liar's pants,

I'm on fire

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, 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

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 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

Dick and Harry carry a

Merriam motherfuckin'

dictionary on 'em

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

to 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 Gangsta 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, I'm

in a fit of rage

I'm murderin' again,

nobody will evade

I'm fittin' to kill 'em

and dumpin' their

fuckin' 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, 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 to fuckin'

finish you, bitch,

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

Man, stop

Look what I'm

plannin', haha

Composer
Jarad Higgins, David L Doman, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Alejandro Villasana
Lyrics
Jarad Higgins, David L Doman, Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B Iii Mathers, Alejandro Villasana
Publisher
Bmg Rights Management (scandinavia) Ab, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd, Warner Chappell Music Scand Ab