Not me putting the whole godzilla song in 1 message 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 B-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 the Courvoisier (Hey, Hey) In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a playdateBetter vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday (Ayy)This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-ALaughing all the way to the bank, I spray flamesThey cannot tame or placate the MonsterYou 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 TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbusters Godzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpet I'm just a product of Slick Rick and Onyx, told 'em lick the ballsHad 'em just appalled, did so many things that pissed 'em offIt's impossible to list 'em allAnd in the midst of all thisI'm in a mental hospital with a crystal ballTryna see, will I still be like this tomorrow?Risperdal, voices whisperMy fist is balled back up against the wall, pencil drawnThis is just the song to go ballistic onYou just pulled a pistol on the guy with a missile launcherI'm just a Loch Ness, the mythologicalQuick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of vodkaWhen you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a MonsterYou 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 TruckersI look like a villain outta those blockbustersGodzilla, fire spitter, monsterBlood on the dance floor, and on the Louis V carpetFire, Godzilla, fire, monsterBlood 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 plansI'm on point like my index is, so all you will ever get isThe motherfuckin' finger (Finger), prostate exam ('Xam)How can I have all these fans and perspire?Like a liar's pants, I'm on fireAnd I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admireThese chicks are spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flyerI got 'em passin' out like what you do when you hand someone flyersAnd what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseballLike 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, yeah)Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherfuckin' stingy for CherWon't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to careBut I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury herFace in my genital area, the original Richard RamirezCristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit wellSo they wanna give me the chairLike a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'emSwearing up and down they can spit, this shit's hilariousIt's time to put these bitches in the obituary columnWe wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problemGet the shaft like a steering column (Monster)Trigger happy, pack heat, but it's black inkEvil half of the Bad MeetsEvil, that means take a back seatTake it back to Fat Beats with a maxi singleLook at my rap sheet, what attracts these peopleIs my 'Gangsta Bitch' like Apache with a catchy jingleI stack chips, you barely got a half-eaten CheetoFill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'emOther words, I Minute Maid 'emI don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rageI'm murderin' again, nobody will evadeI'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lakeObliterating everything, incinerate a renegadeI'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraidBut don't nobody want it, but they're gonna get it anyway'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like I'm mentally illI'm Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorillaYou're bringin' the killer within me outta meYou don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered meAnd be on the receivin' end of me, what stupidity it'd beEvery bit of me's the epitome of a spitterWhen I'm in the vicinity, motherfucker, you better duckOr you finna be dead the minute you run into meA hundred percent of you is a fifth of a percent of meI'm 'bout to fuckin' finish you, bitch, I'm unfadableYou wanna battle, I'm available, I'm blowin' up like an inflatableI'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadableI'm on the toilet bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in fullI'm not afraid to pull a—Man, stopLook what I'm plannin', haha

who wanna drive to grambys with me

i hope this summons lands cans

DEPRESSION

sentinel killed me im gonna crash out

beefydie

my favorite chapter in piggy is distraction dont ask me why🎅🏻🎅🏻🎅🏻

can we please stop with the comment picture chains

A Paranormal Pigmas

nodo i forgot how to do the docks puzzle😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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