JAY-Z SOURASHIS :
Yeah
Life is a war
Are you ready?
Listen carefully

The battle of life is what everyone says
Normal life unemployment is not what everyone says
Life is war, love is unemployed I have written these words with life
I think about life I’ve given up on others
I was sitting there arresting memories in my eyes
I’m no same, but I’m sing like worldwide choppers
Yes I told you many time, I’m not give you single chances to backup in my life
I know when I’m bored you were change my life
But now you’re efficient about hide
I’m not happy, I’m not sad, I’m sing rap, and I’m east side
But I’m not hiding
Now I’m make remix of Godzilla with Eminem
You should listen em
You should know I was already made two tracks with Eminem
You all people fuck
Just shut up

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

JAY-Z SOURASHIS:
I think sometime what I do (do)
I think sometime what people want that I do (do)
But suddenly I think you know fuck you (yeah)
Don’t get me wrong, what a rap
I’m the king of rap, don’t make me think rap
Otherwise you will get slap via rap
I think you don’t know when I sing rap everybody introduce me by clap
You think Bengali rap is worldwide, but look yourself you’re handicap
Yeah I know all times I like sad rap
But now I’m speed up but I’m not obviously same as rap god
I know I’m not officially partner music to be murdered
But I’ve a wise one day I’ll sing rap with rap god
I saw your fucking hip-hop song Kolkata
That was the craziest rap I’ve ever heard
But fuck
I’m not interested in your Bengali fucking rap
I’m not want
Any type fucking love
I’m too happy in my world and happy to alone
You’re fucking old boy; I’ll write your name on stone
Actually I’m too busy in my phone
But I don’t want everyone to hear misunderstanding in the name of rap

So

With the pressure on the gear
I want to hear
I know you think you are the best rapper in India
But I’m fastest rapper in India, you have no idea
Motherfucking people don’t know the real talent
They just like to follow everyone
They just make themselves look bigger
But now everyone will have a fever
Because the rap god and the rap king sings together
Time is come to kick up old industry
And build up new industry
Yes I always like you; I will love you all the time
I know one day you forget me, but my song will remembered you all the time
I’m Kolkata’s hip-hop artist everyone don’t know me
But I’ve many things what I show you
Love everyone I did
When people’s fail in love they say shit
I sing rap about one year
Yes obviously it’s too short
But this journey is long and hard
I’ve a sword
To built up new rap
It’s just remix that I had
I’m a lion in my country not a cat
What you say you’re bad good I’m your dad
When I send you bullets you haven’t any pad
But I know you’re a cat
Fuck
You don’t beat us
Fuck you

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

EMINEM:
If you never gave a damn, 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 flier
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 a chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flap of my dollar stack 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 on my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Christian Rivera, 'cause my lyrics never sit well
So they wanna give me the chair
Like a paraplegic, and it's scary, call it Harry Caray
'Cause every Tom and Dick and Harry carry a Merriam motherfuckin' dictionary
Got '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 (Mark Jack)
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 Petes with a maxi, single
Look at my rap sheets, what attracts these people
Is my gangster, 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 want to hurt 'em, but I did 'em in a fit of rage
I'm murderin' again, nobody will evade him
Finna kill 'em and dump all the fuckin' bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything, incinerate and renegade 'em
And I 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 Atilla, kill or be killed, I'm a killer, be the vanilla gorilla
You're bringin' the killer within me out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who went in me
And be on the receiving 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 the—

OUTRA:
Man, stop
Look what I'm plannin', haha