Your Face

I'm gonna kill ya face
No more joking man I'm taking aim
Should I put this little barrel or perhaps the bow and arrow
Up against your fucking head to make this shit apparent

Sure, I didn't need to curse
But it makes me sound authentic when I spit a verse
Kinda how you sound retarded when you're mumbling that garbage
Smelling like a fucking hairy ugly arm pit

I seen your face and I still want to kill it
But the situation's screwed so it's best I drill it
Like that dude in the movie Pi
When I contemplate your death I could truly cry

When I think about your suffering there's never not enough for me
Imagining your death is such a luxury
But I'm going to relax and watch some office space
And think about the joy of ripping off your face

Shit, I need to chill
Cause tearing off your face is what I'm thinking still
You may think I'm obsessed
But the truth is yeah of course are you an idiot

Do I need to be this vulgar, do I need to be so pissed
Well answer me this question does your fucking face exist
Ok, so you know how I feel
I told you shit is screwed and I'm 'a have to grab the drill

Sh sh sh sh shh, just let it happen
I've been waiting for this moment with a fucking passion
I've been waiting for this moment my whole life
And I'll openly admit it's feeling so right

Jesus what the fuck am I saying
I'm just bitter bout the rappers and how they're famous
And how they're getting put upon a pedestal
Like they're someone fucking special yeah whatever dude

This shit is all the same and it's driving me insane
Cause I'm the one who's special, well, that's what my parents say



Credits
Writer(s): Buck Bowen
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