[Intro]
Welcome to my carnival!

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face

[Verse 1: PONTIUS PILATE]
Ate some pain pills and Neurontin
Gone, I'm off my rocker
Aim it for your face, and cock it
Shoot 'em like Klay Thompson
Call up Ghoste to ride, done toured the countryside
Done died a couple times, couple lowkey homicides
Bitch, I'll burn your Bible, look into my rifle
What makes you think I like you? Spark this blunt, and then ignite you
Couple lighters on my dresser, yes sir
Pussy tighter than a rollin' presser
Bitch, you guessed it, but ain't OG, g
When I'm shootin', it's them demons that's controllin' me, ho

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
[Verse 2: Black Smurf]
You see a n***a like I been 'bout that homicide
What you thought, I let shit go?
What you thought, I let you slide?
Bitch, I'm aiming for you face if I'm slidin' with that 9
Fuck that creepin' up behind, I'ma see you eye to eye
Even dream of tryin' me, better wake up and apologize
Ain't no pussy in my blood, ain't no ho in my eye
What, you thought, I was a joke? But I ain't that type of guy
Memphis turned me cutthroat, made me unafraid to die
So ya better watch your mouth, 'fore I hop up out this ride
'Cause when I hop up out the ride
Prejudice aside, cock that iron, then I'm—

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face

[Verse 3: YUNG PLAGUE]
If the devil wore leopard print, I bet you'd call him Oddy Nuff
Body stuffed in the trunk, now let me go ahead and light this blunt
Smo-Smokin' murder, murder, murder
Fucked your bitch, you don't deserve her
Fucked her twice, and then I curbed her
I want to die, it ain't unheard of
Put the pistol in my mouth, blew my brains out
Bitch, I'm aimin' for the fuckin' grey clouds
Ain't no halo, from the cradle 'til the grave, I've been able to kill these boys, smoke my blunts and sip some maple
G*59, it ain't a label, it's a way of life, by way of life, I mean it's just a way to die
[Outro: DJ Paul]
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face
Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, lettin' you ho's know the score, yo-
A-Aimin' for your face, aimin' for your face