Styles P - Ghostzilla lyrics

[Verse 1] Godzilla, I'm the bar-k**er Seen the Devil at the car dealer, took him on a test drive He want that body dumped on the West Side Maybe it's the East Side, like I give a f** where a creep die n***as know I'm ignorant, never had a sweet side Only got a street side Drink and celebrate when I hear that police died Vegan, but I'm deep-fried Searchin' for a icy (-) and a leather (-) My man said I got a d**h wish, but I got a life wish, mike wish sh**, I'm the illest, the center cypher, illest, the center crisis Know I flip a bird or grab a gun on some heist sh** Name is Styles P, you can add in the hyphen Bars so deli, they hopin' I get 'em licensed Let me chill on you, ill on you, destroy, then rebuild on you I'm buggin' out, they think I took a pill on you Funky like a junky on a Benz, no syringe All I want to know: you want to get your face on your Timbs? Rain on your Benz Or your guts and your liver on these bars like AIDS And these n***as know I will give it to you f** all that other sh**, dap in the picture, fet the mike Throw the beat on, I will motherf**in' smother 'em Now, who got the money to cover 'em? Your a** is next right after I'm done thuggin' 'em [Outro] Ghost