CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Face On the Asphalt
Yeah
The name is Clizzle and I'm a missile, destroy this game
Aiming at the middle then take these n***as right out the frame
See I ain't playing, go ask around, they will tell you that
I'm the f**king best, ain't no rumor, you can't deny the facts
I'm the champ
But those who don't believe it, come test it
You can say you hate me but I'mma make you respect it
These kids love my music, they keep it like an investment
My team don't f**k around, keep talking and get yo chest hit
Southern mu'f**ker
Texas rapper I love it all
Talk it how I walk it
Artistic b*t*hes, that southern drawl
Get it like a cobra
Sickest spitter and you can bet
That means you a witness
I am the sickness without the net, yeah
This is my warning
I'm taking over so everybody in front best be looking over they shoulders
Rolling through like the boulder
Don't f**king care what your name is
Looking at a law hip-hop hitman yo that's my aim b*t*h
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
The moves I make are monstrous
Refer to me as gigantic
Immovable like underwater ships
Call me T**anic
They call me Mr. You-don't-wanna-f**k-with-him-at-all
You know that I rep the skull, you don't wanna f**k with him at all
You don't wanna show enough on yo steps in them Russian hats
This is not Iraq, you pull the strap I swear we busting back
Nose in the air, so high they swear that I was cussing, shack
I threw your demo out the window cause you're f**king wack
Just ask my homegirl molly, we get gruesome on these tracks
Tunnel runners in the underground just ask my homie Claas (yeah)
I'm off my rocker so much I won't hesitate to blast
Off the chain I'm like Jim Carrey but I won't take off my mask
I'm worse than Ma**imo, off red bull and some bath salt
I keep something on my waist to stop these snitches backtalk
My name is Bukshot to the mob I'm like the mascot
Anybody disrespecting, that face on the asphalt
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
Black-hoodied up I'm in yo gated community
That f**k you immunity, there ain't sh*t you can do to me
Tell the neighborhood watch to watch your neighbors get dropped
And then I'll pull out the Glock and murder your block
I don't stop
I won't stop
It's like some kind of disease
And the only cure for it is you down on yo knees
And begging me please look like a chick feeding d**k
I put the barrel in your mouth, how 'bout you suck on this b*t*h (Yeah)
A cold-blooded killer expertise creating corpses
Murder for hire, companies offer me endorsements
I gives no f**k
Yo luck is out like bellbottoms
Wondering what happened to ya
Just tell 'em hell got 'em
I realize that it's my mind that's out of line
Might let 'em know you were kissing
Rip yo b*t*hes t**s off
Then you will find that love is blind up in yo eyes
Watch me f**k a lifeless body till my jimmy gets soft
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
The name is Clizzle and I'm a missile, destroy this game
Aiming at the middle then take these n***as right out the frame
See I ain't playing, go ask around, they will tell you that
I'm the f**king best, ain't no rumor, you can't deny the facts
I'm the champ
But those who don't believe it, come test it
You can say you hate me but I'mma make you respect it
These kids love my music, they keep it like an investment
My team don't f**k around, keep talking and get yo chest hit
Southern mu'f**ker
Texas rapper I love it all
Talk it how I walk it
Artistic b*t*hes, that southern drawl
Get it like a cobra
Sickest spitter and you can bet
That means you a witness
I am the sickness without the net, yeah
This is my warning
I'm taking over so everybody in front best be looking over they shoulders
Rolling through like the boulder
Don't f**king care what your name is
Looking at a law hip-hop hitman yo that's my aim b*t*h
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
The moves I make are monstrous
Refer to me as gigantic
Immovable like underwater ships
Call me T**anic
They call me Mr. You-don't-wanna-f**k-with-him-at-all
You know that I rep the skull, you don't wanna f**k with him at all
You don't wanna show enough on yo steps in them Russian hats
This is not Iraq, you pull the strap I swear we busting back
Nose in the air, so high they swear that I was cussing, shack
I threw your demo out the window cause you're f**king wack
Just ask my homegirl molly, we get gruesome on these tracks
Tunnel runners in the underground just ask my homie Claas (yeah)
I'm off my rocker so much I won't hesitate to blast
Off the chain I'm like Jim Carrey but I won't take off my mask
I'm worse than Ma**imo, off red bull and some bath salt
I keep something on my waist to stop these snitches backtalk
My name is Bukshot to the mob I'm like the mascot
Anybody disrespecting, that face on the asphalt
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
Black-hoodied up I'm in yo gated community
That f**k you immunity, there ain't sh*t you can do to me
Tell the neighborhood watch to watch your neighbors get dropped
And then I'll pull out the Glock and murder your block
I don't stop
I won't stop
It's like some kind of disease
And the only cure for it is you down on yo knees
And begging me please look like a chick feeding d**k
I put the barrel in your mouth, how 'bout you suck on this b*t*h (Yeah)
A cold-blooded killer expertise creating corpses
Murder for hire, companies offer me endorsements
I gives no f**k
Yo luck is out like bellbottoms
Wondering what happened to ya
Just tell 'em hell got 'em
I realize that it's my mind that's out of line
Might let 'em know you were kissing
Rip yo b*t*hes t**s off
Then you will find that love is blind up in yo eyes
Watch me f**k a lifeless body till my jimmy gets soft
Yeah
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them choppers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah, uh
Face down on the asphalt
Keep speaking our names
We run up on you with them hammers and squeeze
Juggalos, Claasholes and mobsters
We be spitting disease
Yeah
