Vídeo de música

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eminem
Eminem
Vocals
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Keyboards
A. Villasana
A. Villasana
Programming
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter
A. Villasana
A. Villasana
Songwriter
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eminem
Eminem
Additional Producer
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Producer
Vic Luevanos
Vic Luevanos
Recording Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julio Ulloa
Julio Ulloa
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
M. Strange
M. Strange
Recording Engineer

Letra

Ugh, you're a monster 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, walkin' 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 Courvoisi' In AA with an AK, melee, finna set it like a play date Better vacate, retreat like a vacay, mayday This beat is cray-cray, Ray J, H-A-H-A-H-A Laughin' all the way to the bank, I spray flames, they cannot tame or placate the Monster, you get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal durin' 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, did 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 a 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, you get in my way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah) I'm normal durin' 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 flyer 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 the chainsaw 'Cause I caught the flack, but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got 'em racks with so much ease that they call me Diddy 'Cause I make bands and I call gettin' 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 pretendin' 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 Cristhian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well, so they wanna give me the chair Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Hari Kari 'Cause e'ry Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary on 'em Swearin' up and down they can 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 starin' problem Get the shaft like a steerin' column (monster) 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 Beats with a maxi single Look at my rap sheet, what attracts these people Is my "Gangsta 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 wanna hurt 'em, but I did, I'm in a fit of rage, I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade I'm finna kill 'em and dump all their fuckin' bodies in the lake Obliteratin' everything, incinerate a renegade, I'm here to 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 Attila, kill or be killed, I'm a killer bee, the vanilla gorilla You bringin' the killer within me outta me, you don't wanna be the enemy of the demon who entered me And be on 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 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 a Man, stop, look what I'm plannin', haha
Writer(s): Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers Iii, Alejandro Villasana, Jarad Anthony Higgins, David L. Doman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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