Scareface (Chopped n Screwed) Lyrics

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

Hear them yelling

But it's all cap

Sweet and soft like apple sauce

So, I'm coming with the long back

Like a broad with noassatall

Gotta get em off the ball sac

Security report to the stage

They be hooking up with mall rats

In the cut smoking bobs and jays

But me I aim for the moon

If I miss then I'm chilling with the stars

Make em feel like they really went to Mars

Spaced out because I fill em with the bars

Way out like star matter

Straight facts

Man, I hit em with the raw data

See me cuddle with the hammer

Pose with my baby on the lap like a mall Santa

This aint no gun talk

Just threats that's buried in metaphors

So I'ma give the boy a head start

Soon they wetter than a reservoir

Send em off to a better place

Cause I heard that earth is hell

Drop em off at the pearly gates

Angels sipping on that Rebel Yell

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

Set fire to the audience

It's so obvious I'm insane

Display that cockiness

Leaving every earhole inflamed

I be dripping with confidence

Young minds my hostages

Dawg I got em in a trance

So deep it's bottomless

Fans shit they pants on all continents

So, I spit it to the max full throttle

Verbal attack on auto

Dawg it really don't matter who follow

When Sin get down

Voy echar un palo

At times I get a little sentimental

Ass on the line

Balls out

Me encueto

Write when I smoke

So, I'm hitting high notes

Falsetto

Fuckin kids up

No pedo

And it really aint complicated

With common sense come dollars

Really ill the way it's orchestrated

Broke down percent's with my partners

And you know I got to feed the fiends

They been waiting long and they dope sick

But they try to tell me keep it clean

But I keep it dirty stay focused

They call me papi chulo

These bars of steel are duro

Takin aim

With a razor blade

Say that so that you know

This a public service announcement

I'm sick and in need of some meds

I might just need me some counseling

I think I'm touched in the head

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

This is it baby

Goin off the deep end

Poppin off top like I'm Leeroy Jenkins

No joke going all out desperate

Gotta keep swinging till I fall out breathless

Time slipping and I can't get it back

Gotta keep blowing till my lungs collapse

Like a stripper I'm a work the pole

Make it rain on them hoes

All across the globe

Dame un trago

Muchacho malo

Quere un verso

These bars son caro

Flows so flame

But the mask is strange

So, I'm staying in my lane

Cause cash is king

Must be that I'm a narcissist

I need a pharmacist for my pain

My paranoia bottomless

I'm anonymous

So, fuck fame

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head

Everybody got a war face

Where your scare face

Comin for the head

Now they living with a scar face

With a bareface gunning for the head