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letra de godzilla --- eminem ft. juice wrld - remix - 100kufis

[intro]
ugh, you’re a monster

[verse 1]
it’s nothin’ to take this beat and flip this sh-t like a gymnast
for instance, every sentence
i’m spittin’, reactors listen relentlessly
convince ’em the goal is much shorter than fourth in inches
grew up in the trenches
where the fastest pitches get hit to the fences
and all these b-tches wishin’ for n-gga to switch they conditions
i’m not your traditional rapper, i’m a limited edition
so witness the quickness of a liquid how it freezes the instant
that it touches the bucket
f-ck it now you sleepin’ with the fishes
speak with intentions
not religion, more of a politician
compet-tion lookin’ like food l!ck at this big pile of dishes
time to quit it, common sense is
i’m shinin’ like polished dishes
i’ll admit it, it’s kinda rough but you might find a diamond in it
(let’s go!)

[chorus]
if you throw me in the water with the loch ness monster
i’ll turn the b-tch into a godd-mn lobster
race with the (?) goons and the mobsters
you don’t want to make me use this chopper
you could say i’m ballin’ long
some even say i lost my mind
but i think i’m more than fine
if you come the wrong way, then i’ll turn into the chupacabra

[verse 2]
never gave a sh-t about a p-ssed-off b-st-rd
i’ve mastered the craft much faster then rappers
come after the natural disaster
the rapture’ll capture your flesh like a raptor
turn into casper the ghost (go-go-go-gadget!)
now get shaq to react to the magic
it’s tragic boo- he face head-on traffic
keep laughing, sh-t has to get faster
when you listen to marshall mathers, march madness
number one in the bracket
just took a little more practice
as backward actions get smacked with the ratchet
get drastic when i blast it
n-ggas want smoke, turn his -ss into ashes
hooks like c-ssius clay
and the engineers say, yo’ i don’t need no ad-libs
that’s it

[verse 3]
if you have a groupie, raise your hand
heard they slipped that b-tch a roofie, she ain’t land
when that b-tch tried to seduce me, i ain’t even want the coochie
she hopped right in a jacuzzi with another man
and i’m not puttin’ the seed in a chick
i’m not conceited and sh-t
but all i do-do is read, so i be seein’ this sh-t
they know i’m dope, and they so broke, so they be needin’ a fix
so when she ask me for the most, i be pleadin’ the fifth
what makes you think i’m generating dividends to be generous?
it’s ridiculous, these b-tches out here givin’ out syphilis
so promiscuous, and swear they bein’ inconspicuous
it’s a coincidence
now she’s out fillin’ the incident
report when she resort to extort you for all your benjamins
the only thing she left you was just a pair of timberlands
and all these feminist women just gettin’ over-sensitive
they don’t want to see you rise, blame it on your impotence
now i’m not makin’ excuses for all these dead-beat losers
but when these women gon’ admit
how much they really been usin’ us
they be all on these computers, cat-fishin’ confusin’ us
but quick to hop in a n-gga bin like mount vesuvius
(hold up)
never gave a f-ck about a chick so much that i cut my nuts off
better tell that trick she can eat that d-d-d-ck them ducks soft
two chopsticks in the ramen, when i’m rhymin’ i g-go’s the f-ck off
so don’t be alarmed when i rhyme
and the fire alarm g-goes the f-ck off!
i ain’t wanna do it, but i did it in a minute
in a minute they gon’ have to admit it
got admit it cause’ i took it to the limit
took a limit to the ripper, took a gremlin and i made it go swim
i’m the n-gga they saw him independent
i was sittin’ in the visit, caught my cuz’ bout’ to do another’ sentence
he was sittin’ in the trap house, with a bunch of crack in his trap
i wanted fast, ringin’ up (?)
i live it, i said it, i did, i spit it so vivid, you’d picture that n-gga
i’ve been in that cell, i’ve been in that jail
had all my dreams and came out wit’ it
i remember when i left the penitentiary in 2017
hit the scene, like i never left the scene
now i’m back with a book full a raps and i snaps on tracks
i ain’t tryna’ go back to back the matter of fact
i can do sh-t faster then that, f-ck around catch an asthma attack
be rabbit exact, feelin’ b rabbit is back
cause’ it’s back for you rappin’ cats
snapback with a black bat in a knapsack in a backpack
black gat go (blat-blat!) you dead, 229 that’s fine

[outro]
230 baby!

- 100kufis

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