Eminem’s Godzilla: Unleashing the Lyrical Leviathan

When Eminem dropped Godzilla featuring Juice WRLD as part of his surprise album “Music to Be Murdered By” in January 2020, the music world took notice. This monumental collaboration brought together the Rap God’s unparalleled lyrical speed with the late Juice WRLD’s haunting melodic talent, creating a track that’s as explosive as it is emotionally resonant. Behind this powerhouse song are producers D.A. Doman and Eminem himself, alongside writers including Eminem, Luis Resto, and Juice WRLD, crafting a blend of rapid-fire rap and poignant hooks that delve deep into themes of struggle, fame, and resilience.

A Visual and Viral Sensation

Godzilla quickly became a standout hit, earning its first official certification as Gold by Music Canada on February 5, 2020. This accolade was just the beginning of the track’s journey to becoming a global phenomenon. The official music video, which dropped on March 9, 2020, further elevated the song’s impact.

Directed by Cole Bennett, a titan in music video production, the video is a cinematic marvel featuring cameos from industry legends like Dr. Dre, retired boxer Mike Tyson, and actors Anna Dahl and George Todd McLachlan, with the latter portraying a young Eminem. Despite Juice WRLD’s untimely passing, his presence is felt through the inclusion of older stock footage, adding a poignant layer to the visual narrative.

A Posthumous Collaboration

Eminem’s Godzilla, featuring Juice WRLD, is the first time these two artists have collaborated on a track. Juice WRLD, who had always cited Eminem as one of his biggest influences, got the opportunity to work with his idol on this track. Unfortunately, Juice WRLD passed away before he could complete his verse for the song. Godzilla serves as Juice WRLD’s first posthumous release since his passing on December 8, 2019—six days after his 21st birthday.

Lyrical Velocity and Emotional Depth

At the heart of Godzilla lie Eminem’s breathtaking speed and intricate wordplay. The song sets a blistering pace, with Eminem breaking his own record for the most words in a single verse of a hit song. This technical feat, however, is not just for show. It serves as a metaphor for the internal turmoil and relentless pace of the modern world, as well as the personal demons both artists have battled.

“I can swallow a bottle of alcohol, and I’ll feel like Godzilla.”

Eminem’s verses are a whirlwind tour through his psyche, touching on themes of fame, addiction, and resilience, while Juice WRLD’s chorus injects a melodic lament for the struggles and pain that often accompany immense talent and success.

The Multifaceted Metaphor of “Godzilla”

The title, Godzilla, is itself a multifaceted metaphor. It evokes images of the iconic monster, known for its immense power and destructive capabilities, mirroring Eminem’s own impact on the music industry and his often tumultuous personal life. Additionally, it alludes to the monstrous challenges and adversities both Eminem and Juice WRLD have faced, both in their careers and personal lives. The song, therefore, stands as a battle cry and an acknowledgment of their own vulnerabilities and strengths, a theme that resonates deeply with listeners.

Delving deeper into the lyrics, Eminem’s verses are a showcase of his technical skill and emotional depth. The rapid-fire delivery is punctuated by clever wordplay, cultural references, and introspective insights, making each listen a journey through layers of meaning. From playful braggadocio to raw vulnerability, Eminem navigates a wide emotional spectrum, offering a glimpse into the complexities of his character and career. Juice WRLD’s contribution, although brief, is no less impactful.

“I’m normal during the day, but at night turn to a monster.”

His haunting chorus serves as a poignant counterpoint to Eminem’s intensity, highlighting the theme of battling inner demons and the cost of fame.

Bridging Generations and Cultures

Godzilla also underscores the mutual respect and admiration between Eminem and Juice WRLD. Eminem has publicly praised Juice WRLD’s talent and lamented his untimely passing, while Juice WRLD had previously expressed his admiration for Eminem’s work. This collaborative track, therefore, serves as a bridge between generations of hip-hop, uniting two artists who, despite their different styles and eras, share a deep connection through their music and personal struggles.

The song’s cultural impact extends beyond its chart success and technical achievements. Godzilla has sparked discussions about mental health, the pressures of fame, and the therapeutic power of music. It resonates with listeners who see their own battles reflected in the lyrics, offering solace and solidarity. The track’s dynamic energy and complex themes have also inspired countless remixes, covers, and interpretations, further cementing its place in the cultural zeitgeist.

Conclusion

Eminem Music to Be Murdered By album artwork

Godzilla by Eminem, featuring Juice WRLD, is a sonic exploration of the human psyche, a celebration of lyrical artistry, and a tribute to a fallen star. Its layers of meaning, technical brilliance, and emotional depth make it a standout piece in the discographies of both artists. As listeners, we’re invited to delve into the complexities of the song, finding pieces of ourselves in the verses and choruses that speak of triumph, tragedy, and the unyielding spirit of two of hip-hop’s most formidable figures.

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Eminem Godzilla Lyrics featuring Juice WRLD

Intro
Ugh, you’re a monster

Verse 1: Eminem
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 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 Courvoisier (Hey, hey)
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

Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem
Monster
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

Verse 2: Eminem
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

[Chorus: Juice WRLD with Eminem]
Monster
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

Verse 3: Eminem
If you never gave a damn (Ayy), 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 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
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
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 ‘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
Obliterating 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’re 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 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 a—

Outro: Eminem
Man, stop
Look what I’m plannin’, haha