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[Keith:] A demented man !
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[Tim:] Yeah !
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[Keith:] Pull your head out your fuckin body
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[Tim:] Yeah !
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[Keith:] And all you muthapukkaz thinkin a be fuckin hard
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[Tim:] Yeah !
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[Keith:] Rippin your fuckin insides out
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[Tim:] Yeah !
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[Keith:] Spittin in your fuckin eyes...no face !
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[Tim:]
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Hey yo I catch mad break, and muthapukkaz always get respect
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coz I'm off for putting TECs to their neck
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You can walk around your block, at your pizza's, at your mom's, at your pop's
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When I lick shots even cops give me props
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coz I slay, yeah I slay all my victims
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Niggaz see me coming and they say "don't fuck with him"
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That nigga from New York, you know he gets bigger
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Uptown trouble maker, rap Bronx nigga
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Yeah ! What's my fuckin name ? Tim Diggety !
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Niggaz see me comin and they all start running for the border
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Outta order, they're being slaughtered
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I'm deadly with the rhyme and the fuckin tape recorder
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coz I can kill at will MCs without a touch
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and you female rappers, with my words: you'll get fucked
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Stuck. Outta luck. Closed case
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Destroyed by the man with no face
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Listen
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[Chorus:]
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No face ! [Keith: No fuckin face]
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No face ! [Keith: He gots no fuckin face]
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No face ! [Keith: The man with no fuckin face]
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Yo let me take you on a journey
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about this punk nigga of the block sellin rocks to the cops
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How I knocked the mutha's poops out
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Frontin on my moms in the fuckin elevator
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"lend me five dollars and I'll pay you back later"
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Greater. My moms said no and held her purse
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Hit her in the head, now my moms need a nurse
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The worst thing you could do was touch my lady
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The one who gave me life, yo nigga, is you crazy ?
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I'm swayze, ran out the crib with my mac
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to TEC the fowl down, hell no, he's not a jack
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It's strictly homocide on my muthaphukkin (??????)
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You dis me, I kill you, it's all that simple
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Now as I turn the corner who the fuck did I see ?
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The same bitch nigga starin right at me
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He reached, I reached, I beat him to the punch
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Now he's in the gutter and he's fuckin pigeon lunch
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The cops came around but they had no case
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The witnesses said it was a man with no face
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[CHORUS:]
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No face ! [Keith: No fuckin face]
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No face ! [Keith: The muthaphukka's got no face]
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No face ! [Keith: No fuckin face]
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No face ! [Keith: No face]
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No face ! [Keith: No fuckin goddamn face]
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No face ! [Keith: He got no fuckin face]
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No face ! [Keith: No damn face]
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No face !
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[Keith:]
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Yo, the legacy continues, all you fake muthaphukkaz bein
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pimped by yo labels. You jealous ass haters. Yeah y'all know
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Y'all been stealin our shit for years
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Fuck all o'y'all. Prepare for the Kool Keith solo album and
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the Tim Dog. Plus the pimpin REX shit
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And Kutmasta Kurt was on the production tips
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Lyrically y'all can't fuck with me
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I'm not tryin to battle and keep it real like you stupid ass
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muthaphukkaz do with'cha albums.
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I'd like to thank my fans, you know, the real Ultra fans who's
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down in America and Europe, everywhere
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And fuck the rest o'you phony ass muthapuckaz
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No Face
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