Testo Faces of Death - E A Ski
Testo della canzone Faces of Death (E A Ski), tratta dall'album I'm Bout It
I only got one life to live like the Soak
So before they take mines I'm putting Glocks to their throats
Kablow, Adam's apple just got hit
By a nine millimeter slug, this all real, this ain't no counterfeit
Test these nuts nigga your shell gon' crack
And it's gon' take more than just a
Ouija board to bring your spirit back
You led yourself into this confrontation
Elimination of your body lead creation, now you just a patient
Of 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 of Doctor No
Cause nobody surpass the wrath of Sir Ski of the O
AKs, Glocks with infrareds and techs
On my swords for conquest, as they test my
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
Mean muggin' is how I set them up
A smirky wicked twisted grin suspicion alone just shuts them up
Confusion arouses their brain like pussy do
Cause they don't know what I can do to them or their pussy crew
I should tell them to recognize like Sam Sneed
But I got so many faces it's a warning they just couldn't heed
It gets greater later but not for haters
I stomp them like Space Invaders, call me player hater, assassinater
Damn these niggas make my trigger finger itch
Fucking with these Menace II Society make me click, shit
I gave triggers to niggas with no hearts
Turned niggas into stars and player haters into marks
Nigga, don't you know it's 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 that's just one of my
My dialect break necks, watch me shatter niggas like glass
Switch up faces, jump in my shit and haul ass
You damn right, I got an attitude problem
My personality switch with every click like a revolver
Nigga, you playing Russian roulette with your life, fuck your wife
She ain't no widow, nigga I still fuck her every night
You niggas got beef, a hundred percent USDA
Sirloin steak and you niggas finna get ate up
Wait up, this bullshit got my blood pressure rising
Knocking you out like Tyson leave you fuckers fantasizing
Nigga, I peel your cap like a safety seal, it's all real
My MAC-11's all steel, making y'all kneel
And I got platinums on the wall to show for mine
You claiming you the hardest, you ain't got a damn dime
And where your fans at? They buying all my CDs off the shelf
So they can witness my faces of death
Yo, we riding dirty, you don't know me bitch
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Writer(s): Mark Ogleton, Shon Adams
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