Mask On
hoe
yes, mutha fucka
yet you have entered the psycho war
where the X-raided lays his head, nigga
so let that nigga tell his story.... beotc
fuckthepolic
[x-raided
i be stalkin' like jason, nigga i ain't sayin' shi
mask on wit' a machedi in my right mi
ain't gon' be no "chi chi chi.. cha cha cha"
'cause all you gon' be hearin' is "ratta-tat" and "pop pop"
and it ain't gotta be no friday the thirteent
i don't give a fuck if it's sunday the fifteent
any day is good for me to go and kill a h
so fuck the money, mo murder mo murder m
and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's stree
but freddy's bitch-ass is dead, so now you got ta deal wit' m
and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo
'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episod
slit 'em open with the straight razo
killin' 'em quicker than that mother fucker pinhead on hellraise
i'm hellbound so the X-raided loc ain't no jok
when i creep i use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide ope
'cause nigga you know i got no brai
mama said when i was young i didn't play i liked to gangban
my psychiatrist told me i was totally insan
i'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same dais
i got that loco-active siccnes
makin' a nigga lunati
i fit you filthy murderous when i'm blastin' on them bitche
killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lea
i'm full of that liquor i'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da shit sic
so psychoactive nigga bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e
don't tell my nina you seem to be incubat
and i ain't trippin' 'em all that payback shit you ripped in jai
by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, nigg
you fuckin' with the g'st
when you runnin' up on the X you better bring your favorite preacher witchy
'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when i smoke y
look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta"
[killa hoe] ((da misses)
creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask o
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast o
creepin' through the dark..
((..murderin' motha fuckas)
aimin' for the heart..
((..slaughterin' motha fuckas)
(x2
[da misses
pick up yo' god damn remote turn on your T
ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven facult
look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG"
oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow m
and to your death, yeah bitch you shouldn'tna fucked with a
'cause i got that S A C on my muthafuckin' family, uz
shit it gets crazier, disect your fuckin' hear
and bury your ass in the motha fuckin' par
pop chop chop goes your hea
'cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya fel
my dear, catch the needle in your ey
time to get wicked oh shit time to di
'cause the voices be sayin
"misses start sprayin
on these punk-ass niggas talkin' shit and nuts ain't even hangin'"
so slippedy slip slip slip slip slid
got the fuckin' glock and on your soul i'm 'a rid
because it's the motha fuckin' bon
ready to get gon
and it's da motha fuckin' miss with the mask o
[killa hoe
creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask o
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast o
[chopah
biatch get your grip 'cause i'm on that missio
i slit first like O.J. so don't let me start rippin
shift up like a wind storm, now hollow ones make your body war
but niggas are wanted for the life i have no pitty 'cause i love har
so i.. want to bust caps like a
hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember m
"you crazy nigga," not crazy, i'm psych
once i'm bustin' shots at them niggas move out just like michae
i flip, 'how you flip?
i'm flippin' it back and fort
i'm havin' one of them bitches movin' they mouth and playin' poor spor
oh shit mista nigga where's yo vest i'm 'bouts to pop y
how many times do i have to tell you you cannot like fuck with the chopst
i rip shit the fuck up, that's the perfect sign t
slit your throat, and bury your ass where no one can find yo
with my mask on, my paths leave no evidenc
black gloves black scarf crept i creep nights so handle shit
you punk-ass busta
i heard you couldn't trust u
your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is busta
vamp like that, black is cool i see no sunshin
knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nine
biotch
[killa hoe] ((da misses)
creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask o
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast o
creepin' through the dark.
((..murderin' motha fuckas)
aimin' for the heart.
((..slaughterin' motha fuckas)
[lunasicc
wait ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducke
just knowin' a nigga like lunasicc don't be givin' a fuc
so uh, i lit it up now i'm gettin' up out of that bitc
tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the fuckin' groun
i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concret
there he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger mea
i'm gettin' ghost like caspe
but i'm not that friendly nigga i'm that lunasicc bastar
i'm hazardous to my own healt
just any minute i just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own sel
so we can take it to the next leve
i go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "fuck the devil!"
so we can take it to the crossroads, motha fuck
even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you busta
fill it up with hollow tips then pop nigga drop me on
fillin' all you devils up with them hot one
kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussio
all i want is the cash, if there ain't none i'm 'a blas
killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurs
you're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurs
you'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blas
ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motha fuckin' as
with the quicka, the reepa the nigg
takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dom
lunasicc for the nine-five bitch creepin' with my mask o
[killa hoe] ((da misses)
creepin' through the dark with that motha fuckin' mask o
packin' that nine-millimeter niggas be ready to get they blast o
creepin' through the dark.
((..murderin' motha fuckas)
aimin' for the heart.
((..slaughterin' motha fuckas)
(x2)
