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Eminem ft. Juice WRLD
Music to Be Murdered By
Music To Be Murdered By - Side B
Released January 31, 2020
Recorded 2019
Genre Hip-Hop/Rap
Length 3:30
Label Aftermath, Shady, Interscope
Writer Marshall Mathers, Jarad Higgins, David Doman, Luis Resto, Alejandro Villasana
Producer Eminem, D.A. Doman, Lonestarrmuzik
Single information
Single release January 31, 2020
Video release March 4, 2020
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"Godzilla" is a song by Eminem and Juice WRLD. It was released on January 31, 2020. It is from Eminem's eleventh studio album, Music to be Murdered By. The beginning of the song is a continuation of the previous track "In Too Deep".

Background[]

In "Godzilla," Eminem and Juice WRLD are comparing themselves to the mythical monster Godzilla and rap about their issues with alcohol.

Initially, Juice WRLD was supposed to have a verse of his own in the song as well as a part in the non-lyric music video, but he died before either could be completed. At the end of the music video, there is a one-minute dedication to Juice.

Music Videos[]

Lyrics[]

Ugh, you're a monster!

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I can swallow a
Bottle of alcohol and I'll 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 big Bobby "The Brain" Heenan
Which is probably the same reason I wrestle with mania
Shady's in this bitch, 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 Courvoisi' (Hey, hey)
In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdate
Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday
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 the

Juice WRLD
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 on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
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
Had 'em just appalled at so many things that pissed '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?
Risperdal voices whisper
My fist is balled, back up against the wall, pencil drawn
This is just the song to ballistic on
You just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcher
Quick tell a bitch, "Screw off" like a fifth of vodka
When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a

Juice WRLD
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 on the Louis V carpet
Fire, Godzilla, fire, monster
Blood on the dance floor and on the Louis V carpet

Ǝ
If you never gave a damn, 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 motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)
How can I have all these fans that 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 spazzin' out
I only get more handsome and flier
I got 'em passin' like what you do when you hand someone flyers
And what goes around comes around just like the blades on a chainsaw
Cause I caught the flak, but my dollars' stacked right off the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, bitch, 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!)
Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for Cher
Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care
But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her
Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Christian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic and it's scary, call it Harry Caray
Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
Got 'em swearing up and down, they can't spit, this shit's hilarious
It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column (Mark Jack)
Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black ink
Evil, half of Bad Meets Evil, that means tack a back seat
Take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people is my gangster, bitch
Like Apache with a catchy jingle
I stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten Cheeto

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 murdin' again, nobody will evade
I'm finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em
And I make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
And don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it anyway!
'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally ill, I'm Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me outta me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who enter me
And be in the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me's the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, 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 a fuckin' finish you bitch, 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 while I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full
I'm not afraid to pull the--


Man, stop

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