Lyrics:
Rappers to make they funds
But no you don't know me son
My facial features matches the Sphinx
With it's nose redone
You know how many clubs we done rocked?
at breakfast
Rotund facial cheekiness and borderline inference
Flirty cockney croissant crumbs in the morning
Going to war with your best pals
We're just
across the surface
Cards on the table watch the facial expressions
Turning nervous
All I want is a taste
Got dealt a nine and doubled down
All I need
his image
And I ain't talking height, weight, facial features
I'm talking characteristics in common with his creatures
He didn't need us, he wasn't
Cause All My Children got One Life to Live
But knockin wifey out the box is clearly a negative
I'm in rugged wears with fancy facial wears
And all
everything, woah
(Meet me in the back room)
Just run away with me, just lay with me, woah
They say rebellion exists in despair
And their ironic facial
damn facial hairs in your mouth
Put it in my mouth
Put it in your mouth
I said my motherfuckin' mouth
I said your motherfuckin' mouth
And you can
what race, creed, color him or her
I comes cleaner than Jeru and Damaja amateur
As chronical facial disorders occur
I'll assassinate your character's
and always keep it, classic
Expressions in the facial, I'm on rachel from Caribbean rhythms
I hit 'em wit' a battered flow pattern then circle Saturn twice
that appear to have reptilian and insectile facial qualities.
I don't have any problem facing the little ones that are so blissful, but the ugly ones
you does, get your facial done baby
Do your physic well, no holdin jail over
Resent mail, no hoes with no clothes
Torn up and ripped apart
of our skin when we bring it there
My facial expression said I didn't care
Hate and aggression must've made an impression on the little kid who stared,
And I've trade marked this facial expression called the "gawk."
So fuck off. I dis functions souped by ninjas and hockey fights
While discussion groups
For today's rappers to make they funds
But no, you don't know me son
My facial features matches the Sphinx with it's nose redone
You know how many
in his facial expression
I don't need your go-ahead to go ahead
No, I know no one said it was gonna be easy
But sweet Jesus, who wants to sleep with
right-handed and wrong
to be listening, listening, listening to my devil's song (repeat) Facial hair and horns ain't too handsome
Beards went out with Charlie
scrolls
Competish got beat like Rick did Lucy
In sky with diamonds,
Kept in army jacket lining
Sense what that facial structure's hiding
Shifty eyes shift
up, I'm tryin' cheese 'em
Reconstructed facials on the pavement how we leave 'em
Niggas claimin' bodies they ain't bodied, this shit tweaky
Suckers
I know you so well
You know that I can tell
The slightest difference in your facial expression
Don't tell me nothing's on your mind
If we're
Principle's a pleasure and penal endeavours
Whatever the case, whatever case, it's caught on a chase
When a chase, it began in the facial of race
Me and Fred,
facial expressions
My late night obsession is creeping its way into everything I think of
You fit me like a ski glove
I need a goddess on the prairie
facials disappearin' and her
Nose is always runny
Dentistry is twisted like the grill
That's on a monkey
Lower body skinny, upper body husky
Call em
done had them
Bust nuts off, lower they facial
I'm a Geto Boy like Bushwick and Face
And I always had a record
I was born with a case i feel pain
Been
I know you so well
You know that I can tell the slightest difference in your facial expression
Don't tell me nothing's on your mind
If we're
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