Zpu​-​Zilla - GatZilla (Track k**az) lyrics

[Intro] Uh, yea, uh It's Gatzilla We're coming for you, it's Gatzilla You better run, it's Gatzilla Ha, yo, check it [Verse 1] Gatzilla, track k**as, we're back, feel us Peace to Al X, I know you wanna rap n***a But back to business, swagger rappers, don't give a sh** About em, I am militant, I'll fire shots and hit a b**h Pop these little rappers on they ritalin, they sh**tin' bricks I'm the one whose blood, it got some vinegar and piss in it Yo, we are the torchbearers, y'all are scared as f** When we run up on your stage, put our middle fingers up, you s** You betta' duck too, got the crowd like "f** you" Chuck food at ya dumb crew, bums move So crude wit the one twos, every time my lungs move Son do work very rugged, tuck tools Cause you ain't, hurtin' nothin' on that mic Just shoot, n***a [Chorus](x2) It's Gatzilla track k**as, runnin' through ya town Betta find shelter when you hear the monster growl It's the beast with a mic, spittin' fire from its mouth Like an atom bomb, every time we're stompin' through a crowd [Verse 2] Verbally mean, that's word up, you hurtin' my team I'll burn em Yeah it's curtains, when I turn to a murder machine You holdin' work, how you fit em' in skinnier jeans Y'all look silly to me, it's nothin' to billy your teeth Sympathy please, I feel it the feeling is brief Hip-hop's wolverine, y'all villains to me Adamantium bars, fused with skeletal Scars prove my mettle, I'm hard, you are jell-o Hello fellow, claim you ballin' like Carmelo Ya cars yellow, got helicopters, and foreign hoes Your borrowed clothes, look tarnished though Ya god's green, what you're prayin' to is hard to grope It's hard to cope with reality, when money's on your mind And you're hungry, the grumblin' in ya tummy is a lie When you're sittin' on a cloud, and you're shootin' for the sky To the stars and your people want a ride, but you glide by [Chorus](x2) It's Gatzilla track k**as, runnin' through ya town Betta find shelter when you hear the monster growl It's the beast with a mic, spittin' fire from its mouth Like an atom bomb, every time we're stompin' through a crowd