Face Candy - Adult Toys lyrics
[Face Candy - Adult Toys lyrics]
Kill everybody in the cypher
Strike ya when I wipe the
Earth off me - from the face of the Earth -
I'm facing the worst motherfucking part
Of me I ever saw forever raw with it
My jaw split it
Every time that I come raw with it
Raw with it - with it -
Roll raw - never soft -
Saw the way that I bring it back
Cut you like a saw
And when I leave you in I believe
The men who be deceiving them
Agh, this is just for me enough of
Me to get a touch -
Just - uh - one adrenaline rush
- a little less blood
Head rush, head rush, 'til I'm dead - what?
'Til I get up - and I can stand up front
Tell them motherfucker's all the
Secrets that I wrote
Chasing, represent, they stopping us, hope
This' the way, we try to see them grow
We go the speed of light, they came slow
Agh, everybody in the crowd's got
Their hands around their throat
I hope they haven't got his Adam's
Apple, I'm hoping you don't, choke
Oh, no, here we go, don't provoke
Don't evoke, I'm 'bout to blow
I don't move my pelvis like Elvis 'cos
My daddy gave me belt whips
It's all good 'cos I know who the
King is - I know believe it's
Good night sweetheart
Hope that you get home safe
'Cos if not, then you might get forgot
And you body might rot
And decompose - and watch a
Bunch of roses plot
Some hang off trees outside De La Car
Steal shit don't you like me and my squad?
Dread represent like, here goes Chris Krane
Strike ya when I wipe the
Earth off me - from the face of the Earth -
I'm facing the worst motherfucking part
Of me I ever saw forever raw with it
My jaw split it
Every time that I come raw with it
Raw with it - with it -
Roll raw - never soft -
Saw the way that I bring it back
Cut you like a saw
And when I leave you in I believe
The men who be deceiving them
Agh, this is just for me enough of
Me to get a touch -
Just - uh - one adrenaline rush
- a little less blood
Head rush, head rush, 'til I'm dead - what?
'Til I get up - and I can stand up front
Tell them motherfucker's all the
Secrets that I wrote
Chasing, represent, they stopping us, hope
This' the way, we try to see them grow
We go the speed of light, they came slow
Agh, everybody in the crowd's got
Their hands around their throat
I hope they haven't got his Adam's
Apple, I'm hoping you don't, choke
Oh, no, here we go, don't provoke
Don't evoke, I'm 'bout to blow
I don't move my pelvis like Elvis 'cos
My daddy gave me belt whips
It's all good 'cos I know who the
King is - I know believe it's
Good night sweetheart
Hope that you get home safe
'Cos if not, then you might get forgot
And you body might rot
And decompose - and watch a
Bunch of roses plot
Some hang off trees outside De La Car
Steal shit don't you like me and my squad?
Dread represent like, here goes Chris Krane