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crypt (rap) – godzilla (eminem remix) lyrics

[verse 1]
howdy y’all, i’m glad you called
i came to rip this like the seams of my draws
i’m different at remixes, wicked with geniousness
spit so much heat you’ll get lost in the sauce
i listened to this em album, and i did a few reactions
but i saw a couple cowards saying that i didn’t know a thing about rapping
so now i’ma fry that chicken with the high hats hitting
if you’re thinking you can end me, i’ll deny that vision
if you try that dissing, i’ll reply back spitting
murder you like a commander of an iran mission
why try to fight with the guy that’ll fight for his life with a mic
guy, you might go missing
i’ma come and k!ll you whining babies like your lady
when i come, there won’t be no kidding

[chorus]
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 carpet

[verse 2]
raise your hand, if you’re a stan talking to cr-p to me
i’ve been a fan of eminem since 2 double-o 3
but i been told that i gotta tip toe when i review these tracks
and if i don’t like something, keep it to myself, just praise em, he’s the best
i agree he’s the best, with the pen and the schemes
but sometimes when he rhymes, i don’t like what i see
h-ll, even em don’t like half of the stuff he wrote
but you wouldn’t know, most of these stans were born a decade ago
but you know-

[verse 3]
lately i been mad as h-ll, writing my tracks at the gym
seems like every thing that i do is criticized to no end
so i just go to the bench every time a hater makes a threat
it gives me a natural high, i call that a perk a set
cause i’m just waiting for something to pop off
dig another grave to get my rocks off
you ain’t nothing but a fake, an awful knock-off
i can promise that you can’t just log off
when i’m in yo’ face with a pillow case
and it’s wrapped around you like a relay race
there’ll be no way you’ll see the gates where peter stays
so reap your fate, the fees you’ll pay, eternity in pain
i bring the noise to the boys who avoid me, of course
it’s important to sort all the men from the wh0r-s
so i’m screaming more men like the latter day saints
and i’m splitting more heads than a rapid ak
bang bang, you’re dead, i’m the rabbit named james
and you’re clarence with no parents rapping on the main stage
all you do is chase fame, all i do is make waves
all you do is stay lame, all i do is break chains of the rap game
no way you will p-ss me, you’re the cheaper version of me like you was a matinee
can’t n0body remix this like crypt cause i got the drive, someone has yours like a valet
punchlines for days, not talking prom, talking your face
cause when we meet my knuckles’ll buckle you, drop you to the ground that’s paved
i’m kinda hungry, it’s time for me to feast
eat all of these rappers, now they’re in the belly of the beast
and i’m the brazen bull, h-lla full, ready to let it go
put that fire under my -ss and all of y’all go up in smoke

[bridge]
yeah, i’m feeling like a monster
eminem, he done turned me to a monster
hol’ up, got me feeling like a monster
oh lord, feel the wrath of the monster

[verse 4]
fill ’em with the venom and eliminate ’em
other words, i minute maid ’em
i don’t want to 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 attila, k!ll or be k!lled, i’m a k!ller bee, 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
and be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it’d be
every bit of me’s 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 hundred 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
man stop, mission abort, read the report
i got more bodies on my record than the new york morgue

[outro]
look what i’m planning
haha

- crypt rap lyrics

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