, prick, you better flee 'cause I get ticked It's a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm 'bout to punch ya to the ground, ya trick
'm a boy scout That's workin' 'em out Now rearrangin' your whole skeletal structure Then I find some Nine Inch Nails to perform some acupuncture When I punch
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
like a crook move We was together on the block since we lunch We shoulda been together havin' 4 seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad
Is all it took for my success And when the punches start to fly The ratings always read so high It's showtime 'that girl has got no scruples' Not a wrinkle on her face
it. Prior to this lifetime I surely was a tailor. ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") I own the tailor's face and hands I am the tailor's face
up the ladder Y'all never stop my swagger All this petty chitter-chatter only make my packets fatter Some peoples jobs just to talk about lil' Kim Let's face
survival System of survival System of survival The human race is runnin' over me I punch a clock at 9 and 5 just tryin' to make a livin' A plastic face
hands up in my face Yo I told her check your man cause bitch you acting out of place M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask up on the face just to
in a rush and feelin' insane I can't take this crazy pace, I've become a mental case Yeah, this is the job that ate my brain Go to work, it's such a drag, face
line Seems to me like they need to get punched Yeah, but where you gonna punch 'em? Yo, the choice is obvious I'll punch you in the jeans, I'll punch
-- Aw, do I even need a reason? Ugh! If I sprain my ankle While I'm robbing your place If I hurt my knuckles When I punch you in the face I'm gonna
me That I've been watchin' a bit too much Jerry Springer Holy cow, did you see it last week? Well, they had this one freak Who suckered punched his
face falls off Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off I do blow And boy I do it viciously Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history
with all of my might Took a swing, but he caught me with a sucker punch right Then a sucker punch left and a sucker punch right Then twenty-two consecutive sucker punch
the devil Wit homicidal intentions, I reign terror On any clique or squad you *** you fraud I'ma tickin' time bomb that'll finish the job Lyrical damage, a 1-2 punch
the hoochies, rollin' by in they rides Guzzlin' up a forty ounce of cold St. Ides Jammin' to a tape to my partner had made Growin' up in the Hood' bein' mixed with Face
block, I'm never broke, mayn But now I'm up against some mo' shit Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit Tried to mix a nigga