In Your Face Lyrics - Kevin Rudolf

Uh, Straight off the back 

I come straight off my back with a gun like I'm in Iraq 

And in fact I attack and tackle, and sack and crack and crackle 

And snap back and battle my own shadow cause y'all wack and all that 

Bullshit ya talkin' startin' to get funky 

Toss me the chunky, I'm a brew these punkies 

Stir I'm from the block where u don't pass like a flunky 

We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey 

Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy 

I'll shoot this motherfucker til I burn my hand boy 

Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy 

This is my game ask everybody in the stands boy 

I'm all red I'm on fire like an ant pile 

They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down 

You get the stampede, I make blood bleed 

You suck dick, I suc-ceed 

Yeah, yeah, and this is how victory tastes 

So I'm a spit in ya face! 

Kevin! 

[Chorus] 

Singing ay yo ooh oh (oh) 

Ay yo ooh (ay) 

Ay yo ooh oh 

(So I'm a spit in your face) 

Singing ay yo ooh oh (ooh) 

Ay yo ooh (ay) 

Ay yo ooh oh 

(So I'ma spit in your face) 

If this is a race I ain't goin' for no pace I am goin' for your place 

Bow ya home, how ya gone 

Fuck with me if I ain't fuckin' around 

2 eyes to the sky, 10 toes touchin' the ground 

Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy 

We are not from the same home boy 

My Nina Baker bring your joy 

I'll destroy who ya employ 

I shoot 12 rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy 

Y'all so backwards, I don't do Backwoods, I'm a swisher man 

8 in the mornin' you bouta get found by a fisherman 

Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls 

And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl 

Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil 

And I do whatever for the root of all evil 

Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black metal 

Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly to heaven 

Kevin! 

[Chorus] 

And crazy's what they callin' me, but crazy isn't hardly what I am 

Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded 

Ain't no faith in me the hardest never crack, I'm crack 

I'm dope in Reynolds Wrap, now let's just hope you get it back 

Let's just hope that you get it 

And if I have anything to do with it, motherfucker I did it 

Yeah, Young Tune, gorilla monsoon 

Mr. Martian will hang your ass from the moon 

Cause you don't get sun, you just get it soon 

Turn your I.D. to a tomb 

Goons are us, the foods for us 

We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us 

We will take the knives, and we will take the wives 

And we won't take the jewelry but we will take the lives 

Yeah! 

So I'm a spit in your face 

Yeah, I'm a, so I'm a spit in your face, yeah 

Singing ay yo ooh oh 

Ay yo ooh 

Ay yo ooh oh 

(Ay yo ooh oh) 

(Ooh, I'm a spit in your face)