I'm hatchet faced up in this rachet place//About to smash a vase, I'm hella acting crazed//If there's a hell that waits, I'm standing at the gates//About to catch a blaze//You got your matches Ace?//Yeah I'm spitting these golden bars, hoping the ATM will spit out them golden bars//Knowing my living hinges on a wish on a star//Knowing I've got no cussion if I hit the ground hard//I'ma kill it though//Ain't nobody got it quite figured out so we're screaming our lungs out loud//Shaking our mugs//BLAOW

Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body it's a party get frisky//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body//Shake shake your body

(Atheist)
You know I'm shaking face when the part begins//Hoping to hypnotize a honey with my jiggling chins//I give a shake and a wiggle until she tickle my picke//And then I tell her I'm married, the situation gets scary//A little hairy face turning red like Marachino Cherries//Faces turning redder than a glass of Bloody Mary//I break fast like mixing my blueberry and dairy//Grab anything I can carry//Fleeing by car, plain, or ferry//I hope this track is gonna make us lots of money//My wife is listening right now and she don't think it's funny//She's not laughing at all and I don't blame her but she loves my witty charm and forgives my bad behavior//All I gotta do is shake my face//And she'll forget why she was mad in the first place//All I gotta do is shake my face//Shake my face//Shake-a-shake my face

Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body it's a party get frisky//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body//Shake shake your body

Hey yo, wiggle your leg like you're Anderson Silva

You got your hands high//I got my hands high//We're calling fire from the damned sky//That's right//We're turning water into wine without a damned vine//Miracles really happen when I'm grabbing on the damned mic//I'm tny hawk when he's tricking in a half-pipe//I'm Kobe's shot when it's getting to the last line//Halftime showin love//Mad grind, showin up//Mad rhymes? Sure enough//Land mine, blowing up//You're getting low but you can't grind low enough//Show me love shorty//Shake-a-your face for me hun

Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body it's a party get frisky//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face//Shake shake your face//Shake your face til your brain gets dizzy//Shake your body//Shake shake your body

Shake ya face//Wa-watch yaself//Shake ya face//Show me whatchya workin with!