Vs. Icesikill (Audio FU Money Tourney)
Faceman and KHP are the new rising stars of Brooklyn bring you the sickest flows and most conscious lyrics.
[-_-'] = [Faceman]
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Lyrics
Face is here, to replace this queer,
Disgrace his rear, while embraced wit spears.
Face ya fears, it's like chasin tears,
Couldn't catch up to my "flow" as the Asian Planeteer.
Like spiders humpin, you found love on the web,
Do you call it fuckin, when you type out "baby, spread!"
Ya know this is like, survivor island at night,
Only way out of sight, is to "swim wit tha fishes"-right.
I'll leave ya carcass, in boxes like the homeless,
And start heavin jar-glass, so ya might be domeless.
You won't see a Face down, like envy at ya place now,
You can pay for okay sounds, but never be at my pace now.
Leave Ice on Ice n scarred, eating lunch intravenous,
Only time his "unit's" hard, is when he's touchin his penis!
I'll fold this clown, til I see blood on his shirt,
Ice only "holds his ground", when he's... huggin the dirt.
It's like Wu-Tang disease, thinkin you can "Triumph" me,
This child can't hang wit me, like I'm Jackson on balconies.
Ice aint sick and ill, but he sickens ill emcees,
I'll bash this prick until, I leave his FRICKIN GRILL EMPTY.
