Nems - Faceless lyrics

It's over n***a, gorilla Gutter gorgeous, make your b**h drop her drawers Cross the street, even hood n***as lock they doors Your whole crew is all b**hes And you're a dick like you was born with the name Richard As a kid I was throwing rocks at bums And you was just f**ing weird like Megan Fox's thumbs Still slam 'er, jam 'er, ram 'er And finger pop your b**h with the other side of a hammer I'm hotter than running in summer wearing two flannels And I'm hungry like Somalians watching the food channel Starving, I'm so dope, nodding me My shoulder chin checks you little n***as, pardon me n***a You mad at son squared, like the Garfunkel Both ya'll n***as is straight box, gorilla rocks Yeah, what n***a? Gutter, gutter Gutter, motherf**er [Hook - repeat 2x] I'll break your motherf**ing face b**h Uppercut you so hard, you'll get a face lift I'm in the crib f**ing your b**h, she making faces Face it, I'll rip your face off and you'll be faceless n***as ain't f**ing with my new sh** I'll run in the jungle, fight a lion with a tooth pick In and out, shoot your boy in the couch Flip her over, take a sh** in the roof of her mouth Till the end, f** your girl and her friends f** you up, like putting a bumper sticker on a Benz Who? Nems, I'm everything that you couldn't be p**y, I could smell you insecurities And in beef, ya'll cowards n***as wouldn't ride You better look the other way like you Sticky Fingaz eye It's over when I'm sober, spent too many nights getting high Hardcore rapper but I'm RnB singafied n***a I got socks that'll sh** on your leather Any kicks that I rock is a buck sixty or better But I can be in flip flops meet your b**h and i'll get her Then dead her, b**h whatever [Hook- repeat 2x] On this mic I'm over qualified If you dream of f**ing with me you better wake up and apologize I'm an animal, ya'll creeping like a panther Black both of your eyes, leave you looking like a panda I'm serious as cancer, your nickname is prancer Heard that you be jerking and you ain't even a dancer I'm a F-50, you a Mitsubishi Lancer Slaughter I f**ed your wife, now wheres' your daughter Put it in her motherf**ing slot like a quarter Seeing me won't happen, like sweating under water You old a** n***a, still can't get in the game Like you had felonies at the Canadian border That's just bad, and your girl p**y so big She used a f**ing futon as a maxi pad Slap you dead, make you call Roscoe Claim to be a boss, but you broke like lefty from Donnie Brasco So... [Hook - repeat 2x] Like it's nothing, take dick gunther