faces V3

rap about as tight as a boa constrictor

artist that might go and flow you a picture

i do work with paper and pencil while you pay for a stencil

trying to trace anothers style cause you hate your potential

im laced with suspenseful words that i spit

ill buy that purse for your lips around the tip of my dick

im cursed with this lisp when i spit a lyric

find him all bloody when go in rippin a crip

as i quicken my shit

and my play on words is as deep as quicksand can get

my black bitch is hissin a fit to match that of a enlarged cockroach

before a large cock coasts into a barge of her pot roast

a lot goes into listenin to my shit

for a quick buck ill sell you business with my chick

watch pac and i playing hop scotch with the devil in the night

fuckin wrong as a botched cock job crew rebels out of spite

im done with your beats im done with your hooks

and most if you in dresses look dumb with your looks

you fumble as crooks

and now that i think theres only a few in or below twenties

that can fuck with me, k.dot, gambino, earl hoodie

and joey bad a double s-s

you know he spazz and slugs through chests vest

he's the best rest of them can go eat a dick bitch

im as envious and green as the guy who brings heat to christmas

when santa doesn't fulfill my new emcee hitlist

on this beat im twisters youd make barely make a breeze with this

who woulda thought a white kid would be larger than chris

hes as hard as it gets with the bars that he spits

mind so strong cars are suspended with thought

likes to collect heads he shot leaves emcees fucking beds with spots

whether from piss or the lead that he caught

my blurry brain brings hurricanes you jawslack like novacane

but know the pain from my flow and slang