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gatzilla, track killas...we're back, feel us/
peace to al x...i know you wanna rap nigga/
but back to bus-iness...swagger rappers, dont give a shit/
about em, i am militant..i’ll .fire shots and hit a bitch/
pop these little rappers on they ridilin...they shittin bricks/
im the one whose blood...it got some vinegar and piss in it/
yo, we are the torchbearers...yall are scared as fuck/
when we run up on your stage...put our middle fingers up, you suck/
you betta duck too...got the crowd like fuck you/
chuck food at ya dumb crew...bums move/
so crude wit the one twos...everytime my lungs move/
son do work very rugged...tuck tools/
cus you aint... hurtin nothin on that mic, just shoot/

CHORUS X2:
it's gatzilla track killaz...runnin through ya town/
betta find shelter...when you hear the monster growl/
it's the beast with a mic...spittin fire from it's mouth/
like an atom bomb...everytime we're stompin' through a crowd/

verbally mean thats 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/
yall look silly to me...it's nothin to billy your teeth/
sympathy, please .... i feel it the feeling is brief/
hip hop's wolverine .. yall villains to me/
adamantium bars...fused with skeletal/;
scars prove my mettle...im hard, you are jell-o/
hello fellow...claim you ballin' like car-melo/
ya cars yellow, got helicopters...and for-eign hoes/
your borrowed clothes...look tarnished though/
ya god's green ... what youre prayin to is hard to grope/
it's hard to cope wit reality... when money's on your mind/
and your hung-a-ry...the grumblin in ya tummy is a lie/
when your sittin on a cloud...and your shootin for the sky/
to the stars and your people want a ride...but you glide by/

CHORUS X2:
it's gatzilla track killaz...runnin through ya town/
betta find shelter...when you hear the monster growl/
it's the beast with a mic...spittin fire from it's mouth/
like an atom bomb...everytime we're stompin' through a crowd/

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