Teksty:
Fiend Without A Face

Begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face A fiend without a face

to shoot the fiend without a face, my face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, a fiend without a face.

hard to swallow, I know I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang get me a coffin, bangin my soul'z, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome

a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can

one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry

Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup Big Unc? Whattup

Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle

trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a

9''] Nickel. Tell em what it is This is a world - Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone