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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Eminem
Eminem
Stimme und Gesang
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Tasteninstrumente
A. Villasana
A. Villasana
Programmierung
Juice WRLD
Juice WRLD
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luis Resto
Luis Resto
Songwriter:in
Marshall Mathers
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter:in
Jarad Higgins
Jarad Higgins
Songwriter:in
A. Villasana
A. Villasana
Songwriter:in
David Doman
David Doman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Eminem
Eminem
Zusätzliche:r Produzent:in
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
d.a. got that dope for Guaranteed Millions
Produzent:in
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Vic Luevanos
Vic Luevanos
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Julio Ulloa
Julio Ulloa
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
M. Strange
M. Strange
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Songteksten

[Intro]
Ugh, you're a monster
[Verse 1]
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' (Aye, aye)
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
[Chorus]
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
Louis V carpet
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
Louis V carpet
[Verse 3]
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 prostate exam (Finger, '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' 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 flack, 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, 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 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 Hari Kari
'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
On 'em swearing 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 staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering 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 gangster, bitch
It's 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 murderin' 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 Attila, 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 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–
[Outro]
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', ha-ha
Written by: A. Villasana, D.A. Doman, Jarad Higgins, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers
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