E-A-SKI - Faces of Death lyrics

rate me

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]