I don’t believe in Godzilla
That a music genre could die
Or that any one is illa
Every word can make an impact
There’s no room for filla
King of the city?
You ain’t even queen of the desert
Priscilla
I keep my teeth sharp on the bones of known party hosts
Who are billed as DJs and MCs, but killed as regular folks
They’re well connected, dress well, and tell decent jokes
But have no pull with the reaper, do you believe in ghosts?
You don’t have to be what you say you are if you’re convincing
But one day what you really are and what you say will both get twisted
And even thoug...
