Punch Face lyrics

[OnlyOne: Spoken]
Don't get punched in the face (smack)
Yeah, OnlyOne, 9DM. Check it

[Verse 1: OnlyOne]
I can't live with myself if I felt shorted
Look, I dwell on it 'cause I fell for it
Better me once, that's when my shell scorches
Trust me, it's hotter than hell's core is
12 Gauge's hit you like twelve horses
Cops think it's fishy, I don't smell swordfish
I have the sketch artist drawing a self-portrait
When I ask the detective, how do you spell corpses?
Before he can get to C-O-R
He'll be beneath the sign that reads OR
You gon ride on me, they can't be slow cars
I'm shooting for your bucket like free throws are--b*tch
What you looking so f*cking vexed for?
Yes, your people get stretched by the Heklor
I export your brain, import metal with the [...]
Extort y'all is what I live for

[Chorus: 9DM]
So run your mouth to get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
f*ck with deep end get dumped in the lake
f*ck with Sandpeeps, mad heat tucked in the waist
So run your mouth and get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
f*ck with deep in get dumped in the lake
f*ck with Sandpeeps, mad deep run up in your place
[Verse 2: OnlyOne]
I don't rock bracelets
Listen, to get my watch you gotta break my wrist
Then your graves I dig is where I lay my bricks at
'cause on the track I slay y'all with the AR-fifth, brrat!
I'm sick in the head, it's ridiculous, yes
Every beat I hear, I'm finning the test
The kid can spit with the best, I don't need a biscuit and vest
To put you under a house like the Wicked Witch of the West
All I want's what the Scarecrow wants (brains!)
Hit the deck like tarot cards 'fore you get dropped like Pharaoh Monch (name)
I make names drop like my test scores
I can get siete quetes from my jefe ese Hector
You drinking breast-made leche from escorts
I'm above the chess board, y'all still on connect four

[Chorus: 9DM]
So run your mouth to get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
f*ck with deep end get dumped in the lake
f*ck with Sandpeeps, mad heat tucked in the waist
So run your mouth and get punched in the face
Cops come, shotgun with a blunt for the chase
f*ck with deep in get dumped in the lake
f*ck with Sandpeeps, mad deep run up in your place
[Verse 3: 9DM]
Hit your chest and with this Smith and Weston [...] my sh*t I'm testing triggers
And I'm taking the pitcher you b*tch'll never miss ya
Me with a swish is a Kodak moment
Sounds like I already had to smoke that, don't it
The flow's dramatic, getting blown in traffic
Get the joe and baggie, know what that is? [...] to Oakland status
[...] addict, black lungs, open casket
Got the wrong beat and still f*cking wrote a classic
Just imagine what's gonna happen a second time
sh*t I'm packing'll break your back, disconnect your spine
Your sh*t's whack, that's what the mainstream's for
Acting fly, watch me throw you off the 18th floor
You're talking sh*t but you're on my di*k at the same time
Poppin this, bring the Apocalypse 'cause the game's mine
Popping clips and you gotta click with some gang signs
I got a fifth and I'm off to hit, watch me blaze nine