FACE THA FAXE

man, I'm a machine when the Faxe come in
I'm axiomin' with acumen, taxin' that whack shit
that suckaz be frontin' n scratchin' each other's backs with
damn right tha menace be gettin' they backs up-
set, downin' my Faxe cup like it's tha last supp—
—ah ... get on my level as it enter tha bloodstream
I scratched 'em from tha record, ya whole team
whole factions o' Saxons get wrecked by tha Faxe, son
tha truth hurts—it bring heart attacks on
careers in vain get defibrilated
time to give up, mang: my rhymes is tightly calibrated
my chicks be sports illustrated, undershorts-liberated,
and my shows be so hot, they radio-syndicated

by: scratchin' menace