Godzilla / Music To Be Murdered By

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 the Courvoisi' (ayy, ayy)

In AA with an AK, 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 the

Monster (ayy)

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, "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 go ballistic on

You just pulled a pistol on the guy with the missile launcher

I'm just a Loch Ness, the mythological

Quick to tell a bitch screw off like a fifth of Vodka

When you twist the top of the bottle, I'm a

Monster (ayy)

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, 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 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 spazzin' out, I only get more handsome and flier

I got 'em passin' out 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 flap of my dollar stack 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) yeah

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 on 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 the Bad Meets Evil

That means take a back seat

Take it back to Fat Petes 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 el-lemonade 'em

Other words, I minute made 'em

I don't wanna hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage

I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him

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

But 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, be the vanilla gorilla

You're bringin' the killer within me out of me

You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me

Or being the recievin' enemy, what stupidity it'd be

Every bit of me is 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 hunnid percent of you is a fifth of a percent of me

I'm 'bout to 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 bowl, I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full

I'm not afraid to pull the

Man, stop

Look what I'm plannin', haha

Marsh / Music To Be Murdered By

My name is Marsh (Martian) and this world, I'm out of it out of it

اسم من مارشه (مخفف مارشال ) (من یک مریخی ام) و از این دنیا (کره زمین ) خارجم.

Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I'm startin' to sound like (ALF a bit) alphabet

چون با این همه A, B, C کم کم دارم شبیه حروف الفبا ( یا  آلف ) میشم.

* آلف نام یک موجود فضایی در یک سریاله که تیکه کلامش : ha I kill me ـه !

همینطور میتونه مخفف آلفرد هیچکاک باشه که این آلبوم از اون الهام گرفته شده: دارم شبیه آلفرد هیچکاک میشم.

Ha, I kill me, this medicine's counterfeit

هه! من خودمو کشتم. این دارو تقلبیه.

I was mislead by the sound of it

صداش منو گمراه کرد 

how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? (Yeah)

چطور قراره تحت تاثیر این صدا (قرص اعصاب) قرار بگیرم ؟!

Checked in at the Royal Garden

تو هتل "رویال گاردن" یه اتاق گرفتم

To chill and avoid my problems

تا ریلکس کنم و از مشکلاتم دور بشم

Until paranoia caused me to feel like I'm going bonkers

تا اینکه بیماری "پارانویا" (بدبینی) باعث شد حس کنم دارم دیوونه میشم

For real, think my toilet's talking

جدا فک میکنم توالتم داره باهام صحبت میکنه

I spilled like, like forty bottles of pills

نزدیک چهل تا شیشه قرص ریختم.

Think your boy is startin' to feel like a spoiled carton of milk

فک کنم پسرت داره مثل یه پاکت شیر فاسد میشه (دارم بالا میارم)

'Cause it just occurred

چون همین الان اتفاق افتاد.

* فعل accurred، میتونه a curd شنیده باشه به معنی کشک

یا حتی okuur که تیکه کلام Cardi Bi ــه ! 

My girl's cheatin', I'm kickin' that fuckin' bitch to the curb

دوست دخترم داره بهم خیانت میکنه. منم دارم با اون هرزه لعنتی (fucking) بهم میزنم

But the word, "Fuckin'" ain't meant to be a descriptive word

اما این کلمه لعنتی (fucking) قرار نیست یه کلمه توصیفی باشه.

The type of bitch she is ain't no adjective, it's a verb

این مدل هرزه ای که اون هست، نمیتونه صفت باشه بلکه یه فعله!

Hoe thinks her snatch is magical but that's how she attracts men, though

Traps 'em and attack similar to an actual arachnid

Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow

In fact it'll be nothing to throw that little bitch with a capital B

Out the back window out the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo

When I'm strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet

A halfwit, I'll aim at, then I'll

Been fire bitch, I can't outrap Reynolds

A pad and a pen'll be great but a napkin'll do

Return of the whack sicko

Head spinnin' like Invisible Skratch Piklz

Yeah, Shady's back, see the bat signal

It's time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger

And crapped it, I'd like to introduce myself

Hi there, bitch my name is

My name is Marsh (Martian) and, I'm out this world (this world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (it's lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial (extra, yeah)

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (skrrt)

Yeah

I could keep beefing, fuck is the point?

I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit

If you're still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L

I'd rather just see you in hell but I should get puff on the joint (Diddy)

Wait, run it back, I said gave you an L, in hell

Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid

Used to get jumped for my ProWings

When I was growin' up they said a Slinky's a wonderful toy

My mother thought I was such a fun little boy

"Oh, what a bundle of joy!"

Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin

From a tantrum I was throwing

Like a motherfuckin' disgruntled employee

I don't cut the beat 'til I fuckin' destroy it

Once I get going rain, thunder, it's storming

Puddles are forming, I hear somebody's voice

In my head say, "It's still a dream"

Then he said kill MCs

Trippie Redd, with pills on lean

Sippin' meds in the limousine

Getting head, guillotine

My name's Marsh (Martian) and I'm out this world (this world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (it's lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial (extra, yeah)

Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (skrrt)

Yeah

So all of y'all can just suck a penis (suck a penis)

I'll do the opposite (I'll do the opposite)

Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (like cunnilingus)

There ain't no stopping it (there ain't no stopping it)

They say I'm such a genius (they say I'm such a genius)

When that Kamikaze hit (when that kamikaze hit)

Now they call me "Butterfingers" (they call me "Butter fingers")

'Cause I just keep droppin' shit (I just keep droppin' shit)

You wanna butt heads? Shut up Beavis, ha ha

I got your bitch with her butt out

I'm hittin' a lick and she stickin' her tongue out

You got no hitters, you might be pitchin' a shut out

She 'bout to give up the dug out

I should just live in a nut house

Right now, I live in an igloo (yeah)

And I'm not chillin' the fuck out

Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and

Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man

I'm a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I'm a Treach fan

But I look up to myself (yeah)

Like a fucking headstand (yeah)

So why, w-w-w-why else, would I call myself an alien?

How could I hit a dry spell (yeah), I'm named after the wetlands

I'm Marsh (Martian) and I'm out this world (this world)

S on my chest (Superman) like it's plural (it's lit)

Call me extra, extra terrestrial (extra, yeah)

My name is Marsh (Martian) and, my name is, my name is

My name is Marsh