Godzilla (Clean Version)

Ugh, you’re a monster

I can — 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 — — —, 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 — — (Hey, hey)
In — with an —, melee, finna set it like a playdate
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy)
This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A
Laughing all the way to the bank, I spray flames
They cannot tame or placate

Monster
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’m just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told ’em — the balls
Had ’em just appalled, did so many things that — ’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?

***, 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 — on the guy with a — launcher
I’m just a Loch Ness, the mythological
Quick to tell a — screw off like —
When you —, I’m a

Monster
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

If you never gave a damn (Ayy), 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 —
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar’s pants, I’m on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I’m still the man you admire
These chicks are — 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 —
‘Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, —, I got them racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy
‘Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (Cheesecake, yeah)
—, I’m