Face

[Verse 1]
Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller
Hard as a wrecking ball
Crush your walls and fuck up your karma
Honor roll on your daughter
Leave a puddle of water
That's hot as your son's man, tell him not to step on the daughter's
Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A
Suck it, no K, but this shit's busting
No spray on a bitch cousin
Don't play when an itch coming
Just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus
And the gun barrel he ain't gonna be missed there, just tell him to

[Hook]
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

You remember that shit?
Aye, aye
Is he paying attention?

[Verse 2]
In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger
They wash off the rest of the semen they missed
But step off before you get red on your dress
Head from the best
Let it digress
Degrade, debase, the shade, the race
The ride, the client is payin' for face
And time is funny, ain't it with a gun
Can paint it the color, but reverends have run
This town, this fucking club
Foot on the neckbone, in the gut
Shot of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean
The Louie, the crown, the sound, the scene
The cut, trying to cut
Lay in the cut, blood from the cut
Look at it, they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts
So get in their shit, let 'em bitch if you ready to

[Hook]
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)

I don't even know what the fuck he was talking about...
Hey you... hey you see that shit when he did that?

[Verse 3]
Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building
The plaster is peeling
They built it so that our good leadership
Feelings could have a way out
Break shit
Killers ain't dripping off burning
They burn for the burners to have a reason
To come out to the corner
To find a lesser and to learn em' a thing
Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun
Or a runner of Uzi that's weighing a ton
Or a toner, a tuner or lunatic
Moving these units like glue, how they do it
And sticking that, clicking that
Click and they clack
'Cause that's sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hools
Make 'em sit in the back of the Acura, accurate
Adequate at it again they'll come back for this win
And unless you are certain, you ready to...

[Hook]
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your)
Fuck shit up bitch break your
Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your)