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Anybody ever tell you look like the FACECZAR I get that all the time King on the board, got 'em eyeing my next move Your boy more water than Poseidon and Neptune I bless fools, still in the rec room Flow so scientific as if it's fresh out a test tube I'm true like the right answer Known to swing big, this is par 5 at the Masters The side-eyes hardly matter, fuck all the gossip and chatter I'm gaining weight now, my pockets are fatter, yeah Deck spaz, apocalypse now soon as the check cash I spend half then flee the scene on a jet craft Non-believers, see 'em with they jaws wide I tear 'em up inside like a mom's cry I'm from SI, don't mistake me for the next guy You feel me youngin? Watch a vet ride And consider yourself highly privileged to eyewitness The mind twisted that I exhibit, dig it? I leave you right beside the fishes, not personal, it's business Last wishes then it's over with the quickness CZARFACE My gun can't stop it Son of a bitch, son of a bitch Letras de cancionesI'm hard to kill so guard your grill until it's over with CZARFACE and DOOM been pro-mask before corona hit Legacy, so solidified that you can plank on it Your only gun's in your burner account, bank on it You talking about killing snitches in one bar You call your man your shooter, now he barely can come far Claiming you moving them bricks with killers and goons in your clique But I saw you grooving in Lululemon and Zumba with chicks And that's okay, but don't tell me you locked in With the Glock in both socks when you barely in hot spin My pen game is Endgame, I send flames, your best dame Got E-S name engraved on her bedframe, you been lame With your mind on the methane, saying, "Eso gettin' gassed" But I can pull the last when I'm at Esso getting gas CZAR I heard Eso was a czar I heard Deck was a czar I heard DOOM was a villain Snatched the bag like the Grinch, dag, it's a cinch Snagged with the burner and ain't seen your man since Irrelevant to tag if the swag is past-tense And karma swing backwards and drag, you can't flinch A thrill you deserve to feel if your ass is that dense Like how you like them apples, confined to tin shackles Predisposed tensions like hoes sitting in chapels He in white sands, barin' his black toes, sippin' a Snapple Fish taco, Casablanca, Morocco Stash similar to the National Bank, vato Got dough, probably some snitch or a sapo Sing at the top of they lungs like chicks in the top row Plus streams of confetti Same reason he hardly talk to team on the celly Breakfast continental, cream cheese, jelly Bread long and smells [?] at the telly Yo, Dzl the first to show who dependent On crutches, pushed down the ramp that descended Point at the west, commencin' with the speech It's no handrail, very long, very steep It may be slippery but I mop accordingly Falling for it, that's the last thing most importantly It's like being new and fake at the same time Momentum ran 'em down ten feet, can't grind I see it like a cult leader Holding a mass rally inside, slash mass-suicide Bludgeoned right on the peak of a sudden spike Cuffin' mics, crushin' massive egos to slush and ice Nothing like my mentals and the muscle type Ain't no discussion with munchkins, they just as trife Destroyed by a mere allegation Falsely accused, just a clear adolescent Which son is the right hunt? Try it, chump Funky Homosapien Funky Homosapien I'm in an impossible fantasy world It's true, I'm going mad From Letras Mania