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conversations.value: Write me a song called Godzilla (Curtain Call 2 Version) with the following description: The alternate version of Eminem’s 2020 track Godzilla from Eminem’s eleventh studio album, Music to Be Murdered By. This version was briefly featured on Eminem’s 2022 compilation album Curtain Call 2, and is the original version of the song, with a slightly different intro sample, different mixing, and additional hook vocals from the late Juice WRLD that were cut from the original track. The line
  I can swallow a bottle of adderall
  was changed to this in the previously released Music to Be Murdered By version of the track:
  I can swallow a bottle of alcohol
  This change was made to respect the late Juice WRLD, featured in the chorus, who died of an overdose shortly before the song’s release. A couple of days after the release of Curtain Call 2, this version of the song would be mysteriously updated back to the original Music to Be Murdered By version of the track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ugh, you're a monster
  [Verse 1: Eminem]
  I can swallow a bottle of adderall
   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