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 n***a 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 d**h 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 surpa** 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 d**h
(chorus)
Faces of d**h, Faces of d**h
Are you scared for your life motherf**er?
(You don't wanna see)
Faces of d**h, Faces of d**h
Are you scared motherf**er 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 p**y do cause they don't know what I
Can do to them or they p**y 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 a**a**inator
Damn these n******gs make my trigger finger inch
f**in with these menace to society makes me click sh**
I gave triggers to n******gs with no hearts
Turn n******gs into stars and player haters into marks n***a
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 s** and thats just one of my.....
(chorus) (x2)
My dialect breaks necks, watch me shatter n******gs like gla**, switch up
Faces jump in my sh** and haul a**
You damn right I got an attitude problem
My personalities switch with every click like a revolver n***a
You playin Russian Roulette with your life f** your wife she ain't a
Widow n***a I still f** her every night
You n******gs got beef for 100% USDA sirloin steak and you n******gs finna
Get ate up wait up
This bullsh** got my bloodpressure rising
Knocking you out like Tyson leave you f**ers fantisising n***a
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 d**h
Chorus