I Hate Yo Face Z (of Firing Squad)

[Verse 1: Z]
Bummy little fuck
He was looking for a ten
But he'll settle for a six
Cause he ain't as fresh as fresh can get (okay)
I bet he wifed up his shoes and make sure he straightened up his brim
And brushed the wrinkles out his shirt and packed a pocket full of mints
His confidence was lacking though
So his body movement tensed
Which made it hard to breathe every time he's on the fence with femalе friends
His conversation minimal to the point it don't bеgin
Till he said "this is the end" and went and gathered up some friends
Man we walking through the school, feeling cool as it begins
I mean his posture looking full
You'd be a fool not to admit
He finally found her and he hollered at her quick
She just walked around the corner, must not have heard the shit he spit
So he ran a little bit and followed with "excuse me miss"
With every step he's losing confidence
And getting angry of this shit
Cause he realizing that she heard him from the get
Then she turned around and told him quit
Bitch (you fucking serious)

[Hook: Z]
I didn't wanna put yo body in that ditch hoe
I tried to holler and you wouldn't say shit though
You used to think yo punk ass was the shit hoe
But now I hate yo face (I fucking hate you)
So you can die, d-die
So you can die bitch
I hope you die, d-die
I hope you die bitch
Not really but I hope I make you cry bitch
Cause I hate yo face