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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

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