Jawless (Beat Em Up)

Wood chain, black boots, I'm the maker

Left brain, You's a who, Tom Baker

Pucker up your lips, looking heavy, imma wreck them

(Put the leather to your face, got em bending like Beckham)

Hip sore from the funny thing I keep in the tuck

Shoving another ruling down my throat, and I don't give a

Love it, love it when I shorten your life l'll be your Crisco

Way too many eyes on my face, I'm feeling schizo

Got your face in my wallet

Pull up in the fit from the, uh, whatchamacallit?

Making it rain with the clip for those who all oppose

Paint it red from the walls, to all the minerals