What Happened To My Face?
Okay
Okay
I'm The
I'm the nigga they don't fuck wit
I pull up and dump shit
You drowning in your blood quick
So stiff, you need a function
Steady on that fuck shit
Never on that tough shit
I'm looking for blood bitch
Standing on your alter
You gone kiss the sun bitch
I promise this!
Bleach stay on my night stand
One band killa man
If I get the right friend
You might be my dummy sad
I live in a fortress
Full of dead bodies lad
Deconstruct the tissue
Put you in a acid bath
I'm not Jeffery Dahmer
You won't be alive then
Yes I got the right tools
Knife, and a power drill
I go one on one with embalming
Let your stomach fill
I might wear your face like I'm Leatherface
If Im really ill
Police would never trace
Gone And Get em laced
They ain't on foreal
God for goodness sakes
Revenge is like kill bill
I go on a look
Real friends will never spill
Put you on a hook
You won't feel it, be foreal
Your soul is in a deal
But the feds might miss the kill
Buss you open like a seal
You will never know what's real
I'm The
I'm the nigga they don't fuck wit
I pull up and dump shit
You drowning in your blood quick
So stiff, you need a function
Steady on that fuck shit
Never on that tough shit
I'm looking for blood bitch
Standing on your alter
You gone kiss the sun bitch
I promise this!
Bleach stay on my night stand
One band killa man
If I get the right friend
You might be my dummy sad
I live in a fortress
Full of dead bodies lad
Okay
I'm The
I'm the nigga they don't fuck wit
I pull up and dump shit
You drowning in your blood quick
So stiff, you need a function
Steady on that fuck shit
Never on that tough shit
I'm looking for blood bitch
Standing on your alter
You gone kiss the sun bitch
I promise this!
Bleach stay on my night stand
One band killa man
If I get the right friend
You might be my dummy sad
I live in a fortress
Full of dead bodies lad
Deconstruct the tissue
Put you in a acid bath
I'm not Jeffery Dahmer
You won't be alive then
Yes I got the right tools
Knife, and a power drill
I go one on one with embalming
Let your stomach fill
I might wear your face like I'm Leatherface
If Im really ill
Police would never trace
Gone And Get em laced
They ain't on foreal
God for goodness sakes
Revenge is like kill bill
I go on a look
Real friends will never spill
Put you on a hook
You won't feel it, be foreal
Your soul is in a deal
But the feds might miss the kill
Buss you open like a seal
You will never know what's real
I'm The
I'm the nigga they don't fuck wit
I pull up and dump shit
You drowning in your blood quick
So stiff, you need a function
Steady on that fuck shit
Never on that tough shit
I'm looking for blood bitch
Standing on your alter
You gone kiss the sun bitch
I promise this!
Bleach stay on my night stand
One band killa man
If I get the right friend
You might be my dummy sad
I live in a fortress
Full of dead bodies lad
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Shareef Thrower
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