Godzilla Songtext
von Army of the Pharaohs

"Hey nigga, why you fucking with me?"
"You my motherfucking son!"
"What′s up now, motherfucker?"
"Alright faggot, bend your motherfucking
Toolies, I'mma be my god, you ass fuck"


What I write in a verse is like magic tricks, Copperfield
Grab your chick, cop a fool, cock the Glock for real
Give you some pop appeal, dynamite vests
Nah, I ain′t stressing nothing
With a smiley face sticker on my detonator button
Haters ask, "Is he bluffing or is he bugging?"
I don't know, but I don't fuck with weed with the seed stuffing
What I blaze gets me oh so higher
Burn more white widow smoke than an old folks′ home on fire
I make change, cha-ching, I could hang a playground from my tongue
You should see the way my chain swings
You got the balls to diss? You won′t have 'em afterwards
′Cause when I rap, contenders get killed after all my words
I'm tired of all you rapping nerds, try to critique my shit
Like I ain′t the motherfucking master of the baddest verbs
Celph Titled and the AOTP Alliance
Will travel back in time, smack you, have your baby teeth flying

I am Rob Zombie, I am the Omni of dishonesty
I'm a prodigy and atrocity, not a lot of promise in me
Positively not a drop of modesty, my philosophy is the policy
I believe in nothing, try teaching a beast peace and loving
Juggling, my beliefs need readjusting
My life was sticks and rocks, kick, punch, block
It was not a box of butterscotch and shuttlecocks
I have filled a plot of mud, spilled a lot of blood
Watched the drops drip a flood, hit the top stud
I have crushed a lot of waves, dug a lot of graves
Drunk a lot of grapes, I have fucked a lot of babes
I′m do not disturb, I have touched a lot of nerves
Struck a lot of curbs, I have cut a lot of curves
You are none of the above, push come to shove
You're all motherfucking puppy-loving country clubs


Y'all motherfuckers ain′t running shit, y′all are simply runaways
I walk the surface of the Sun while you rocking stunner shades
I'm in Hell shoveling flames while you sweating summer days
I′m the son of Satan, Son of Sam, sick as some will say
Got a flow so cold that I could blow the Sun away
Even if I kick a free, someone's still gonna pay
You could get blasted, body in a funeral casket
And cops searching for deoxyribonucleic acids
Slay the fascist, Pharaoh fans pray for classics
Come through in Raider jackets to make this magic
I′m a holy man, voodoo priest, rebel that'll shoot police
You wake up from this nightmare, change your little doo-doo sheets
Skeleton, crush a creature from the cryo-chamber
The naughty, nasty, trashy microphone annihilator
It′s AP, apparently you motherfuckers missed me
Some dude tried to diss me, now that kid's history

Now we see some misery, I heard he needs company
Who the fuck else wanna bleed in they dungarees?
Planetary, man, the evil rap Desert Eagle clap
All your people get ready for the sequel rap
Needles hit the vinyl, now it's time for your final thought
What′s your last wish? Who′s am I to finally court?
Twenty-five to life, rap electric chair
Spit a sicker syllable, nigga, slash you like the snares hit you
Get the picture? This a Kodak moment
More 'gnac flowing, pussy, bet your throat back on it
I′mma break bread only if the bread ain't stale
Take young niggas to school, I heard school like jail
This is punishment government shit that you fucking with
Esoteric, I told ′em a sword's drawn and dumped the clip
Hear the battle cry, piling up the dead soldiers
On the terror down, we get it down, the blood runs colder

In the drive-by, hop out the wheel like caged hamsters
Rage amped up, hammer time without the stage dancers
I really doubt we killing it the same
I′m Magic before retirement, illest in the game
Diligently aim at targets without the Pizza Hut express shit
Put 'em in a long box like breadsticks
Then dip, marinara with garlic, marijuana-aholic
Carry arms like your sidekicks, shoulder holding the dropkick
Show's supposed to be moshpits, only known for obnoxious
Knowing we holding most of ′em hostage
No one close to the top ten, Coka Nostra and Rakim
Boast the most of the ′Pac shit, overdose for the profit
Hold 'em over, they′ll drop and watch heads
Nonsense and dose, slow up the process
Hate on my project, lay you unconscious
Screaming on the phone like you won a radio contest

The only fucking thing I love is my long knife
The.45 cal, click, pow, put you on ice
Before the Devil know you dead, you should call Christ
All I hear is barking out of y'all, a real dog bites
If you wanna split the Tribe, you should call Phife
I′m the real father of creation of God's life
The pawn in the beginning of the game, yeah, I toss white
Calm at the beginning of the pain, Dalai Lam′ like
Then I put your fucking brain in a strong vice
Eat your liver over fava beans and some warm rice
Y'all motherfuckers' head crack like I toss dice
Vinnie taking all your money like a divorced wife