Faces Of Death Lyrics

Faces Of Death lyrics

I only got one life to live like the soaps
So before they take mines I'm
puttin glocks to they throats
Kerplow! Adams Apple just got hit by a nine
millimeter slug this all
real this ain't no counterfit
Test these nuts
nigga your shell gone crack and its gone take more
than
just a Quiji
board to bring your spirit back.
You lead yourself into this confrentation
elemination of your bodily
creation now you just a patient.
A doctor
death but not Kevorkian
You can turn the tails but you don't wanna see the
tails of the
scorpion
Faces of war , faces of anger, meet me face to face
this ain't no
identity crisis this a mental phase.
A million and one faces
I've got to know
Cause nobody surpass the wrath of Sir Skier the O
AK's,
Glocks, with infareds and Techs on my swords for conquest as
they
test my
faces of death
(chorus)
Faces of death, Faces of death
Are you scared
for your life motherfucker?
(You don't wanna see)
Faces of death, Faces
of death
Are you scared motherfucker for your life?
(You don't wanna die)
(x2)
Me muggin is how I set them up
A smirky wicked twisted grin suspicion
alone just shuts them up.
Confusion arouses they brain like pussy do cause
they don't know what
I
can do to them or they pussy crew
I should tell
them to recognize like Sam Snead but I got so many faces
its a warning they
just couldn't heed
It gets greater later but not for haters
I snuff them
like Space Invaders call me player hater assassinator
Damn these niggers
make my trigger finger inch.
Fuckin with these menace to society makes me
click shit
I gave triggers to niggers with no hearts
Turn niggers into
stars and player haters into marks nigger
Don't you know its my debut and I
can break you
The same track you used to conversate to can turn around and
fade you
My production style is too complex
Music to me is sex and thats
just one of my.....
(chorus) (x2)
My dialect breaks necks, watch me
shatter niggers like glass, switch
up
faces jump in my shit and haul
ass
You damn right I got an attitude problem
My personalities switch with
every click like a revolver nigger
You playin Russian Roulette with your life
fuck your wife she ain't a
widow nigger I still fuck her every night.
You
niggers got beef for 100% USDA sirloin steak and you niggers finna
get ate
up wait up
This bullshit got my bloodpressure rising
Knocking you out
like Tyson leave you fuckers fantisising nigger
I peal your cap like a
safety seal its all real
My Mack 11's all steel makin ya'll kneel
And I
got platinums on the wall to show for mine
You claim you the hardest you
ain't got a damn dime
And where all your fans at they buyin' all my CD's off
the shelf so
they
can witness my faces of death
chorus