Godzilla Chords by Eminem, Juice Wrld

[Eb] Ah, you're a monster!
I can swallow a [Gb] bottle of [F] alcohol and [Eb] I feel like Godzilla, [Gb] better hit the deck like Tarkatilla.
My whole squad's in here walking around the party, a cross between a zombie, a pocket of thimblebobby, the brain healing which is probably the same [F] reason I wrestle [Eb] with maniacs, say these and it's just I'm [Gb] posse, the [F] considerate who pops [Eb] me a coffee, mistake if they [Gb] sleep in on me, [F] the
better [Eb] get insomnia, ADHD, [F] hydroxychloroquine, [Ebm] that's the kabobby.
_ Invading with an icky melee, finish that ass like a payday, [Gb] better vacate, [F] preachy like a vacay [Eb] mayday.
This geek is [Gb] cray cray, ray-chay, [Fm] h-a-h-a [Eb]-h-a, laughing all the way to the [Gb] bank, I spray flames, [Eb] they cannot tame or placate the monster.
You get [Gb] in my way, [Fm] I'ma feed you [Eb] to the monster.
I'm normal [Gb] during the day, [F] but at night turn [Ebm] into a monster.
When the [Gb] moon shines [Fm] like ice [Eb] for old truckers, I look [D] like a villain [Fm] that ain't those [Eb] blockbusters.
I do a fire, [F] spit a [Ebm] monster, float on a dance [Gb] floor, Louis [F] V [Eb] carpet.
[Gb] Fire, I do a [Ab] fire, monster, float on a dance [Fm] floor, Louis V carpet.
I'm just [Eb] a product of the cricket onyx, [Gb] told him make the ball, [F] had him goose [Eb]-depaul, did so many things that pissed [Gb] him off, it's [F] impossible to lose [Eb] them off.
And in the midst of all this, [Gb] I'm in a mental [F] hospital with a goose [Eb]-depaul, tryna see what I steal, be like this [Gb] tomorrow, risk but [F] don't pose as Mr.
[Eb] Watt.
This is Paul Becker, but Mr.
[Gb] Watt, pencil drawn, [F] this is just a [Eb] song, they go ballistic on you, [Gb] this load of news, people on [F] the guy with the missile [Eb] launcher.
I'm just a [Gb] hotness, the [F] mythological creep, [Ebm] they tell a b**** you [Gb] off like a fifth of vodka, when you [Fm] twist the top of the [Eb] bottle, I'm a monster.
You [Gb] get in my way, [Fm] I'ma feed [Ebm] you to the monster.
I'm normal [Gb] during the day, [F] but at night turn [Ebm] into a monster.
When [Gb] the moon shines [Fm] like ice [Ebm] for old truckers, I look [Gb] like a villain [Fm] that ain't those [Ebm] blockbusters.
[Gb] I'm a monster, [F] _ [Eb]
[Ebm] I'm a [Gb] _ [Fm] [Eb] monster, [Gb] _ _ [Ab] _
I'm a monster.
If you never [Eb] gave a damn, [Gb] raise your hand, [F] cause I'm [Eb] about to set trip, [Gb] vacation plans, [Dm] on point [Eb] like my indexes, [Gb] or you will never get [F] this, from [Eb] motherf***ing finger, finger, [Gb] prostate exam.
[F] How can I [Eb] have all these fans to perspire like [Gb] a liar's pants, [F] I'm on fire and [Eb] I got no plans to retire, and [Gb] I'm still the man [F] you admire, [Eb] these chicks are spazzing out,
I only [Gb] get more handsome [F] and flyer, [Eb] I got them passing out, like what [Gb] you do when you hand [Fm] someone flyers.
And [Eb] what goes around comes around, just [Gb] like the plates on [F] a chainsaw, cause [Eb] I caught the flag with my dollars, stacked [Gb] right off the bat [F] like a baseball.
Well [Eb] I'm kidding, you can't cop them racks [Gb] with so much ease, [Eb] that they call me Diddy, cause I [F] make bands at night called getting cheese at cakewalk.
[Eb] Yeah, I'm a player, [Gb] I'm too m**** [F] to stage you for Cher, [Gb] won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care, [F] but I tell the b**** of [N] Mary, of Chaberi,
a face on my [Gbm] ch** area, [Dm] the original Richard [B] Ramirez, Christian Rivera, cause my lyrics never sit well, [Fm] so they wanna give me [Bbm] the chance.
Like a paraplegic and [Ebm] it's scary, call it Harry Caray, cause [B] Larry Tom and Dick and Harry Caray, and Mary, I'm looking for your dictionary,
and I'm [Gb] swearing up and down, n**** spit the shit to Larry, so it's time to put these b****es in the [Bb] obituary column, we wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem, get the shaft [Eb] like a staring column.
Yeah, [Gbm] I treat a happy, [F] packed b****, but it's black [Eb] ink, evil half of the bad meat, see what that [Gb] means, take a back seat, [F] take it back to fat [Eb] beats,
what a maxi single, look at my rap [Gb] sheet, what attracts these [F] people is my [Eb] gangsta, b**** like Apache, what a catchy [Gb] jiggle, I stack chips, [F] you better got a half [Eb]-eat, Cheeto.
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