Eminem – Godzilla (Guitar)

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I can swallow a bottle of alcohol and I'll feel like Godzilla

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Better hit the deck like the card dealer

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   My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

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A cross between a zombie apocalypse and big Bobby "The

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   Brain" Heenan which is probably the

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Same reason I wrestle with mania

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Shady's in this bitch, I'm posse'd up

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Consider it to cross me a costly mistake

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If they sleepin' on me, the hoes better get insomnia

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ADHD, Hydroxycut

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Pass the Courvoisi' (Hey, hey)

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  In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate

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Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday

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   This beat is cray-cray, Ray J h a h a h a

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   Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames

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They cannot tame or placate the (Ayy)

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Monster

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You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster, yeah

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I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster, yeah

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When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

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I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

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(Godzilla, fire spitter), monster

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Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

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(Fire, Godzilla, fire), monster

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Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

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I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the balls

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Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed 'em off

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It's impossible to list 'em all

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And in the midst of all this

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I'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ball

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Tryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?

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Risperdal, voices whisper

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My fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawn

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This is just the song to go ballistic on

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You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher

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   I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological

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Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka

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When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a

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Monster

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You get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster, yeah

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I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster, yeah

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When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers

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I look like a villain outta those blockbusters

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(Godzilla, fire spitter), monster

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Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

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(Fire, Godzilla, fire), monster

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Blood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet

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If you never gave a damn, raise your hand

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Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans

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I'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get is

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The motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)

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How can I have all these fans and perspire?

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Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire

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And I got no plans to retire

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and I'm still the man you admire

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These chicks are spazzin' out

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I only get more handsome and flier

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I got 'em passin' out like what

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you do when you hand someone flyers

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And what goes around comes around

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just like the blades on a chainsaw

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Cause I caught the flap of my dollar

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stack right off the bat like a baseball

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Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them racks

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with so much ease that they call me Diddy

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'Cause I make bands and I call

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getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)

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   Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher

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Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care

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But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her

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Face on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez

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Christian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well

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So they wanna give me the chair

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Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray

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Cause every Tom and Dick, and Harry carry

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a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary

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Got 'em swearing up and down

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they can't spit, this shit's hilarious

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It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column

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We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem

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Get the shaft like a steering column (Mark Jack)

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   Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink

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Evil half of the Bad Meets

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Evil, that means take a back seat

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Take it back to Fat Petes with a maxi, single

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Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people

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Is my gangster, bitch, like Apache with a catchy jingle

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I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto

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    Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em

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Other words, I Minute Maid 'em

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I don't want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage

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I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him

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Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake

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Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em

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And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid

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But don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway

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Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill

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I'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla

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You're bringin' the killer within me out of me

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You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me

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And be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be

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Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter

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When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duck

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Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me

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A hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me

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I'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you bitch, I'm unfadable

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You wanna battle, I'm available,

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I'm blowin' up like an inflatable

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I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable

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I'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer

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full of money and I'm paid in full

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I'm not afraid to pull the