Текст песни Scars On the Face (feat. Cursed Skank & ATHRV) - BHUVXN

What's good, skank? You cursed this boy
Fortune tellers can burn this joint
To see what's coming and rub their toys
And shun their voice, they're done
When clouds get pale, the sun still boils
Can't sell 'caine to earn street points
The scars on my face got ya hearse deployed
I'm stuck uppercutting these dumb motherfuckers
And I shut a bunch of others
With a Nothung blade
Don hussain, fought in a war
Bruised eight, got you fakes
Tossed in a ballroom, raped
When brisky brought you the bass
I ball like 60 points, just 3's
Just like Jay Beyonce, ape shit
Turned the hate wheel on 180
Yea, I'm 2 seas far from the what who says
I'm trying to teli- (Port, port, port)
To a universe with no college gates
Or a bank who's selling - lo-lo-loans
No quincy jones, wasn't born mj
I just rap for dwelling - ho-ho-home
But i'm who she fucks and i'm not ugwe
With the hands on belly - po-po-po
Woah, no no no
The sole motto is go rogue mode
Trust no hoes and just grow solo
Grope the globe in a choke hold
Carving an era out
They're stuck in numbers, no Suduko
But I'm better off
I'll see the day when people pay gold to know
All my whereabouts
I need to stay in, feel numb
Ache and bleed the pain
For better bounce
While she just waits for me, keep saying
Please be able, meet this weekend
Keep me secret, peep these screeches
Sweep these pieces, read this thesis
Weakly speaking, teeth be griesing
Feed me please and freeze me deep with
3 weed seeds and lease these trees
I'll be beneath these creeps and freaks
Just waiting, until you're the TBE

The best ever
Decades doubled
The rage tripled
The health crippled
The days the hurt
The praise the worth
The chase the dirt
Let's play it rough

I've been on a hiatus
Because I was on some pre us shit
But isn't the end
Pen rhymes til' I die at the hands of the fiend
And call myself the devil then
Am I crazy or just a little insane
With these sublims I send
And pretend to
Extend my writing skills and rhymes
When I am pinning rhymes at the exact same time
You catch the bars and skip the fines
Connecting lines, like em in em' in his primes
There were signs to sign my name in the book of rhymes
Chimes of tunes, sign of times by harry styles

With a Taylor up his ass
Tryna' rune tablets
Check to see
Kanye wrecks her feat
And you find me overdosin'
Exploding on crack bars and codeine

I'm the grim reaper
Light never saw coming which is a double in this bitch
Stitch my reaps, I sow seeds to this glory
I'm that gory, and nobody's sorry
These are shoes that you can't fill
I fuck wit' my people, stacks that I never bill

It'd be seventy thousand bullets before
They find a bullet lethal
Angular velocity to the terminal
A little ferocity of Nas is mutual
S pinning bars like Azimuthal

Hop into the pussy wagon
And pull a Quentin, a Tarantino
I'm venting mixtapes like Bobby, no warranty hoe
Bitch bought a dress, wore it with some fishnets
So she can show it off on the internet
Surveillance tapes, in my resilience of penance
I court mandate and sedate

Xanax and coke lanes
Seth Macfarlane dates little girls on myspace and
Half the girls he's sedated and then rape-dated
Developed Stockholm syndrome
Back at the bay, when Rome wasn't built in a day
Let me cum on the milky way
And represent its name
Bhuvxn sent this beat so I gotta go cray cray cray