**Face Of A Killer**
 

The Face Of A Killa
Killa
Killa
The Face Of A Killa
Killa
Killa
Is Staring in your eyes, eyes, eyes
Is Staring in your eyes, eyes, eyes


Killer faces, blood chilling races or racist places
I hate-this, the mind of a killer becomes a rapist
The killer embraces the victim & remembers his traces
His bases, his knife rooms and spaces his victims tombs
Bricked in with flesh wounds letting off fresh fumes
U best assume he's everyone, cos he always wearing costumes
Death looms, around corners of villages, cities or towns
Forget pity or homeland the killer takes dollars or pounds
Wearing collars or chains, tearing bullets from brains
Just to pull it with the serials, the killers not Grains
Shots tamed and aimed back at the same angle
Mangled into the shape of the killers hand and strangled
Tangled up in his own vocal cords and left dangled


The Face Of A Killa
Killa
Killa
The Face Of A Killa
Killa
Killa
Is Staring in your eyes, eyes, eyes
Is Staring in your eyes, eyes, eyes


Kill a man with one hand is the plan and killers obsession
Possessions the lesson to learn when you burn, who's messing
Now the killer is stressing while undressing his New-Catch
She scratched his face, and snatched her handbag back
His met-his-match, this bitch is a from a rare-batch
She smacks him so hard with a crowbar his face becomes scared
The blade becomes jarred so the spade is next on the chart
And kick starts his heart till his ribs cage splits Apart
His murders are Art, now there gone there all dust
Rusty from the beating, cheating death after handcuffs
In prison, he visions the women giving him scalpel incision
Scared from his own collision face of a killer is in pure precision

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You got good imagery and vocab there dunn, keep elevatin

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