Face On the Asphalt

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1: Claas] The name is Clizzle and I'm a missile, destroy this game Aiming at the middle then take these niggas right out the frame See I ain't playing, go ask around, they will tell you that I'm the fucking 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 fuck around, keep talking and get yo chest hit Southern motherfucker, Texas rapper, I love it all Talk it how I walk it, artistic bitches, 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 fucking care what your name is Looking at 'em all, hip-hop hitman, yo that's my aim bitch [Chorus: T-Razor] 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 [Verse 2: Bukshot] The moves I make are monstrous, refer to me as gigantic Immovable like underwater ships, call me Titanic They call me Mr. You-don't-wanna-fuck-with-him-at-all You know that I rep the skull, you don't wanna fuck 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 Shaq I threw your demo out the window cause you're fucking 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 Massimo, 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 [Chorus: T-Razor] 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 [Verse 3: Boondox] Black-hoodied up I'm in yo gated community That fuck you immunity, there ain't shit 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 dick I put the barrel in your mouth, how 'bout you suck on this bitch (Yeah) A cold-blooded killer expertise creating corpses Murder for hire, companies offer me endorsements I gives no fuck 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 bitches tits off Then you will find that love is blind up in yo eyes Watch me fuck a lifeless body till my jimmy gets soft [Chorus: T-Razor] 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