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letra de godzilla - phoenix

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gonna pop a penicillin
on a nutha pencil drillin
sp-wn of ma mind in a ceilin
not the one ya head is feelin

sorry bold of me ta think when ya speak
ya bring something remotely keen i mean
the only thing ya can keep a hunnid
is the green so if i fling fire ya
come clean cuz you can’t inject lies on life
snort cuz it’s true what imma say will chew
on you every night man i’m done with
you blights (breath) time y’all be eliminated

disintegrated dissimilated it’s the
degraded constipated always constantly
deviating verses dropped without rehearsing
i’m cursing birthing the old unearthing the new
there’s mirth in my view oh sorry what’s that i missed
it cuz you’re always mumbling it’s troubling
so i’m doubling the hate and don’t care if ya
reciprocate you’re fake a f-ckin stain on the
game it’s insane how you’re inane in name and in
brain but kids aim for sh-t stains so there’s no sh-t changed
but it’s done this was just a warm up so get your
form up or die, either way you gon’ see me do
a purge on all these fake f-cks in the game i’m a

monster(ayy)
you get in my way, i’ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
i’m normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster(yeah)
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 on the louis v carpet
fire, godzilla, fire, monster
blood on the dance floor, and on the louis v carpet

i think i should be called on by dawson
cuz when he talks psycho, i think oscars
need to pit tom and bundy onto a
war like it’s nineteen seventeen baby
anatoly i love ya cuz when i
lost my body, my klaus, i found you, my
missing link, that’s a crazy gazy face
like we caught gacy acing his macing
amazing scene with pesci it’s messy
don’t test me there on the bombsh-lls guessing
like when henry moore got a robbie head
i said anymore, get on my robbie head
please. i swear when i’m in the bed i’m a

monster(ayy)
you get in my way, i’ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
i’m normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster(yeah)
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 on the louis v carpet
fire, godzilla, fire, monster
blood on the dance floor, and on the louis v carpet

all this nonsense you need to just stop it
sick of you imposters talking closets
like i don’t give a f-ck maid just stop it
then there’s those sad folks, crying like faucets
walking home to a few cougars hopping
on a kings bed in a mansion he’s got
made on the backs of cougar’s. it’s awesome
wish i could have that. i’d give away f-cking anything to get rid of my depression
then there’s these mumble r-t-rds thinking they hard
but they too busy blowing abe to say anything worth mentioning
and these f-cking politicians, sent to office to solicit in
this bank we made called congress, if i’m honest
those mof-ckers only want green paper, not a green world or to make us a-green
i’m old enough to get shot trying to get an education but not old enough to use that education to show my opinion on this administration
funny that the king of democracy
is also the biggest king of hypocrisy
can’t listen to a single baby kisser without hearing a fallacy
this idiocracy needs to stop ya see
before it causes the end of you and me
but f-ck it talking to a president might as well talk to a wall
and then there’s the haters. the motherf-cking haters
always gotta say sh-t like imma never be sh-t
well, i hope that my songs aren’t sh-t right my guy?
so i really couldn’t give 2 f-cks on what ya pipe pipes
i’d still be writing in a shaq like i got no life so f-ck every motherf-cker
(sh-t! he’s waken up! take cover!)
oh d-mn man. this feels f-cking awesome
so, i guess it’s time to cleanse these fellows of their mortal sins. well, as long as the lord forgives
sorry shaq, you might just want to stop the video now. sh-ts bout to be flying cray cray faster than an ak
(f-ck f-ck f-ck. f-ck!!! who the h-ll woke him up!)

let me see if i got any extra refills
of ecstasy pills by stephanie mills
nope. gonna go hard anyway anyday
everyway imma f-cking slay ya like a
cray cray motherf-cking nay nay beyblades
took a bored walk now it’s looking like
you’re under the board walk, call it a blockbuster
ya mouth been treated like a c-ck buster
ya mock busta flock lover sock cover
and just like that we moving on to the next
motherf-cker looking to die, so this sword and her head are next
and after i cut her head looks like i got ahead
so instead of letting up a bedding is where
she’s heading and i’m betting this bunny
hopped on her last c-ck now she’s chickened out
wait why am i using rapid fire spitting as a way to get out of actually having to rap
i don’t f-ckin know but f-ck it i’ll let it go
but not you mumbling r-t-rds how many times i gotta say i don’t give a f-ck about you’re money i think it’s funny you think you’re money
honestly in all honesty i can’t wait to flawlessly demolish thee in my album of pathology
cuz you seeming pathologetic apologetic
appalled i get it looking for purgatory
just wait a few more months before i start my purge and i splurge on this surge…
man, stop
look what i’m planning
fill ’em with the venom and el-lemonade ’em
other words, i minute made ’em
i don’t wanna hurt ’em, but i did ’em in a fit of rage
i’m murderin’ again, n0body will evade him
finna k!ll ’em and dump all the f-ckin’ bodies in the lake
obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade ’em
and i make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
but don’t n0body want it, but they’re gonna get it anyway
’cause i’m beginnin’ to feel like i’m mentally ill
i’m atilla, k!ll or be k!lled, i’m a k!ller, be the vanilla gorilla
you’re bringin’ the k!ller within me out of me
you don’t want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
or being the recievin’ enemy, what stupidity it’d be
every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
when i’m in the vicinity, motherf-cker, you better duck
or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
a hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me
i’m ’bout to f-ckin’ finish you b-tch, 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 the
man, stop
look what i’m plannin’
double h0m-cide

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