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Whats His Face - Faceless Lyrics



Whats His Face - Faceless Lyrics
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Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
You never seen another
Pick apart the
Beat and spark the
Mary Jane I'm Peter Parker, undefeated author
Face covered like a old opera
I choke the game out
Then serve it thats a gold platter
I know nada
Don't ask me if I seen shit
Sample snitchin head ass
Dead ass you and your team flip
Faster than me choppin up this beat quick
Wavy how I'm flowing over
Form switchin shapeless now you seasick
I hide in plain sight
Whats His Face get the name right
Think you know my style then you ain't right
Talk a lot of shit then back it up don't think I can't fight
Unassuming assassin catch you slipping on date night
Suit and tie perfect make it easy for the coroner
Catch you turning the corner
Leave your body in the corridor
Corpse running its course
With two quarters on your corneas
W on your forehead
Imagine the euphoria
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
I seen it with my own 2 eyes
Dude looked like a tech guy
Walkin' down the street with his hair tied
Standin' bout yay high
With a guitar on his back
He sang RnB covers on the stage I never thought he could rap
But then a cypher broke
MC's gathered in circle
Then that guy came on
Asian Steve Urkle with his glasses I was hypin' em
Started spittin' verses shit was merciless
Then I fell off the stage cuz the lights went off
Next thing I heard was people screamin
Like I swore I saw a demon and he was bitin' em
All I seen was red I couldn't believe I was alive at all
I was pleadin please just let me leave I got a wife at home
And I ain't trynna die manong, please
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
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Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
You never seen another
Pick apart the
Beat and spark the
Mary Jane I'm Peter Parker, undefeated author
Face covered like a old opera
I choke the game out
Then serve it thats a gold platter
I know nada
Don't ask me if I seen shit
Sample snitchin head ass
Dead ass you and your team flip
Faster than me choppin up this beat quick
Wavy how I'm flowing over
Form switchin shapeless now you seasick
I hide in plain sight
Whats His Face get the name right
Think you know my style then you ain't right
Talk a lot of shit then back it up don't think I can't fight
Unassuming assassin catch you slipping on date night
Suit and tie perfect make it easy for the coroner
Catch you turning the corner
Leave your body in the corridor
Corpse running its course
With two quarters on your corneas
W on your forehead
Imagine the euphoria
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
I seen it with my own 2 eyes
Dude looked like a tech guy
Walkin' down the street with his hair tied
Standin' bout yay high
With a guitar on his back
He sang RnB covers on the stage I never thought he could rap
But then a cypher broke
MC's gathered in circle
Then that guy came on
Asian Steve Urkle with his glasses I was hypin' em
Started spittin' verses shit was merciless
Then I fell off the stage cuz the lights went off
Next thing I heard was people screamin
Like I swore I saw a demon and he was bitin' em
All I seen was red I couldn't believe I was alive at all
I was pleadin please just let me leave I got a wife at home
And I ain't trynna die manong, please
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Hit the ground when he round, he gon hunt you down
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty plenty
Many styles, Many styles, Many styles
He got plenty
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Writer: Ryan Cordero
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Performed By: Whats His Face
Language: English
Length: 3:55
Written by: Ryan Cordero

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