The Face of a Dead Man - DXZZLE & 666IMMIREX

He wasn't lookin' for fanfare or fame But it all came around just the same. He then met a girl with desire in her eye, He gave her love, she took his name. The times they were good, the times they were bad, Most times it was just in between. The hard pill he swallowed was the times that they had, She put on display for all to be seen. Some find their solace in work or the lord, She was quite content in her dream. When his eyes they burned from the bright lime light, He found comfort in the bottle of Ol' Jimmy Beam. One day from the depths of his deep darkened hole, He reached out for something to feel. She offered back nothin' but lack of respect So he left himself out with two barrels of steel. She cried in the day, she cried in the night. She cried loudest when someone was near. Whether crying for him or she cried for herself, The bigger the camera, the bigger the tear. Most folks agree that she was living a hell And publicly she showed her pain. And never once was there a thought for herself, And the ever-growing slices of fortune and fame. Now on the coattails of a dead man she'll ride On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride. On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride, On the coattails of a dead man she'll ride she'll ride high.

The moon lights up over the battlefield now, With a blistering heat somehow Lifeless and broken heart to death, They should have just stayed home instead Stayed alive. We'll let her rice We gliss on some others eyes She wonders where when and why She could have tucket him in his bed, With a kiss on the cheek and his head He'd still lay Well the moon and the stars Can't cast shaddows on what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light, Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, She lost him before they were wed But hes there in her heart and her head, hes still alive Well the moon and the stars can't cast shaddows of what is wrong Well my boys are dead, living is lead. Nothing more Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.

I saw your daughter yesterday As I was idle on the porch She slept-walked from your house down the walkway As though she'd done it all before And the moon was out And in her gown beside the riverbed She got down on her knees And wrapped her long hair up in vines and leaves and branches And with the wind beneath her feet Oh, she waltzed with the dead And everything was bathed In light white as milk As the impossible began She danced across the water's edge But her feet, they didn't sink As though she flew I ran out in the water With a lantern in my hand I was waist deep and shivering I took her wrist and walked her in I was loathed to interrupt her But I had to get her home If people were to see this They'd gather up, raise hell and burn her alive Don't you mind, don't you mind She'll be fine Tie a bell around her ankle Before she lays down at night And the sound of her footsteps Will wake me in time Don't you mind, don't you mind I'll watch over her As though she were mine

Well, I sat down on the pooper Thinkin' through and through Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah With a real fat chew Well, them winds they are a blowing wild While I take this poo And every man needs a chew Driving down them prairie lands Flat as can be Why did my pappy leave me solo? Well, that don't matter no more 'Cause every man needs a chew Well, I sat down on the pooper Thinkin' through and through Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah With a real fat chew Well, them winds they are blowing wild While I take this poo And every man needs a chew Well, I sat down on the pooper Thinkin' through and through Sippin' on some whiskey, yeah With a real fat chew Well, them winds they are blowing wild While I take this poo And every man needs a chew

Waking up and I'm leaning, always up to no good, But my better half got some juice, being a king in my blood. All my niggas say hey, hey, yo look, tha's what's-his-face with your girl. I'm like who, what, where, when, how? Why that nigga? Well, get whooped. Not a fuck to give, not one, nigga. Run, I got no gun But I will get physical, real pitiful, high-fives on the po-poe's interviews. Like shit, I kicked this ass, hit the dash, rip it fast, club hopping, Christmas shopping, Popping sannies in a coffin. Well coffin, not belong and I emptied up my fucking funs, For the day I switched to kids just for giggles, ha, ha, shit. What a gun got caught back, run that, don't fuck with a nigga when he wake up, I'm my own damn cop like Jacob, fuck this food, I hate my waiter. But I made a sweet as long, hate this song, hit this bong, Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs, But I made us wait this long, hate this song, hit this bong, Getting ripped and open up, take a bit of this and fuck your drugs. Dinner on a movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy off these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I get used a lot Dinner on a movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy off these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I get used a lot. Man, I swear sometimes I feel like I'm just crazy rapping, foolish talking nonsense up my ass And no one pressure me to do it. I was told to pay attention, freestyle and chase the money, Well, that combo doesn't matter when you're up and always raining. I had dreams of talking shit, whipping ass with twenty dollars, If it means I coexist with shitty deals and plenty office, If this office is in John Carter's, I don't think it matters, 'Cause I step into the building like I own it, why you laughing? I was gasing up my fuel, the coolest kids don't play my shit, boy, And Mikey rocks this cop to lose it up, will come up, good boy. 'Cause niggas out in Paris don't go turkey when they hit us, A thanks for giving hope to everything that we believe in, I just seen enough in Edinburgh, who met a fucking goddess, If you're honest you know as long is out Jesus fucking started. And if Moses parted seas I believe he needs a holyday, So fuck Santa Clause, food for thought, eat your heart away. Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot. Then, there, on the movie set, fucking in your trailer, You got trippy out these fucking drugs, guess I'll be your savior. You should feed me when you need me, baby, food for thought, It's the last time you gonna use me, I got used a lot.