FACES OF DEATH

[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
Once again it's the foul one, letting his mouth run
Got a pocket full of fucks and I don't plan to give out one
Doin' what I do and do not care about outcomes
Don't like me, take a number, I'm letting 'em pile up
My style's rough and raw like fuck you all
Sever your head and keep it movin' like there's nothing wrong
Niggas talk but don't want the war
So if my dick's in your mouth then have the courtesy to cup my balls
Am I looking like I give a fuck if pussies aren't feeling us?
You gotta be a sicko, man, truly to be into us
Sleeping leaves you looking like an idiot
I'm corrupting kids with evil like the Boogeyman from Sinistеr
Nigga so give it up, or I'll lay you to rest
Send you to see Robin Williams, lеt you hang with the best
Put your lungs in the dumpster, wasting your breath
To put your head on my wall, that's faces of death

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces-faces-faces-faces-faces-fa-faces of death
Fa-fa-fa-faces of-fa-fa-fa-faces of death
Fa-fa-fa-faces of-fa-fa-fa-faces of death

[Verse 2: Donnie Menace]
Too many people claim they're ill, but ain't truly sick
Fuck being sick, I'm so infected I'm immune to this
Fresh out the asylum, man, I'm hiding like a fugitive
No telling what I'll do to you, it varies by what mood I'm in
Now who is this hooligan spitting brutalness? (Donnie Menace)
Eventually your bitch will tat it on to her tits
Lames beg for attention sweating the Menace
Still I can't front my dick and piss on 'em leave 'em wet from my presence
Snatchin' rappers up like talent scouts
Performing a different torture method for every rap that comes out their mouth I'm wildin' out
Fuck what these clowns about
Either nobody's buying your shit or they can't put an album out
Rappers lie, numbers don't, learn how to count
Instead of worrying about me, worry 'bout your clout
But be worried if I turn Mike Myers, you'll die, sir
Leave you hanging from a light post, that's light work

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of faces
Put your head on my wall, that's faces-faces-faces-faces of death
Fa-fa-fa-face-fa-face-fa-fa-fa-faces of death
Face-fa-fa-fa-faces of de-death, death, death

[Verse 3: Donnie Menace]
Every word's fatal and hateful enough to burn angels
Kurt Angle slammin' trash niggas through their own merch table
What I dare to speak about can leave the whole Earth mangled
More than airin' people out, bitch, I'm a tornado
Salty now? The world is my ocean, I'm a sperm whale
Techniques will scratch your new marks out without the turntables
You know very well I'm going to Hell
And I'll possess you with these bullets, say there's ghosts in these shells
Stitch your lips and cut off your fingers, who are you going to tell?
I'll wear your fuckin' skin if I wanna know how you feel
Son I promise you don't wanna see where runnin' your mouth goes
I'll pay a bum to rape everyone in your household
Sacrifice the victims then I own they souls
Leave their bodies ripped and holier than homeless clothes
Invaded the Vegas game, infiltrated the land I claim
If you're throwing shade on my name, then you're saying God's name in vain

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces-faces-faces-faces-faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces-faces-faces-faces of death
Put your head on my wall, that's faces-faces-faces-faces of death