Faces Of Death lyrics

Artist  : E A Ski 
Song : Faces Of Death



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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