Faceless - Nems

Gutter gorgeous, make your bitch drop her drawers

Cross the street, even hood niggas lock they doors

Your whole crew is all bitches

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 fucking weird like Megan Fox’s thumbs

Still slam 'er, jam 'er, ram 'er

And finger pop your bitch 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 niggas, pardon me nigga

You mad at son squared, like the Garfunkel

Both ya’ll niggas is straight box, gorilla rocks

Yeah, what nigga?

Gutter, gutter

Gutter, motherfucker

I’ll break your motherfucking face bitch

Uppercut you so hard, you’ll get a face lift

I’m in the crib fucking your bitch, she making faces

Face it, I’ll rip your face off and you’ll be faceless

Niggas ain’t fucking with my new shit

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 shit in the roof of her mouth

Till the end, fuck your girl and her friends

Fuck you up, like putting a bumper sticker on a Benz

Who?

Nems, I’m everything that you couldn’t be

Pussy, I could smell you insecurities

And in beef, ya’ll cowards niggas 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

Nigga I got socks that’ll shit on your leather

Any kicks that I rock is a buck sixty or better

But I can be in flip flops meet your bitch and i’ll get her

Then dead her, bitch whatever

On this mic I’m over qualified

If you dream of fucking 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 fucked your wife, now wheres' your daughter

Put it in her motherfucking slot like a quarter

Seeing me won’t happen, like sweating under water

You old ass nigga, still can’t get in the game

Like you had felonies at the Canadian border

That’s just bad, and your girl pussy so big

She used a fucking 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…

Like it’s nothing, take dick gunther