Mask On - Lyrics - X-raided

"hoe" yes, *** fuckas yet you have entered the psycho ward where the X-raided lays his head, *** so let that *** tell his story.... *** *** the police "x-raided" i be stalkin' like jason, *** i ain't sayin' *** mask on wit' a machedi in my right mit 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 thirteenth i don't give a *** if it's sunday the fifteenth any day is good for me to go and kill a ho so *** the money, mo *** mo *** mo and it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street but freddy's ***-*** is dead, so now you got ta deal wit' me and ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo' 'cause i'm gon' kill 'em all in that first episode slit 'em open with the straight razor killin' 'em quicker than that *** pinhead on hellraiser i'm hellbound so the X-raided loc ain't no joke when i creep i use that nine-millimeter to split yo' face wide open 'cause *** you know i got no brain mama said when i was young i didn't play i liked to *** my psychiatrist told me i was totally insane i'm packin' a millimeter nine-a nina it's same daisy i got that loco-active siccness makin' a *** lunatic i fit you filthy murderous when i'm blastin' on them *** killin' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead i'm full of that liquor i'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da *** sicc so psychoactive *** bangin' the deuce-fo' s t r to the double e t don't tell my nina you seem to be incubate and i ain't trippin' 'em all that payback *** you ripped in jail by then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, *** you ***' with the g'sta when you runnin' up on the X you better bring your favorite preacher witchya 'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when i smoke ya look you in yo' eyes and say "you shoulda been a loc'sta" (killa hoe) (da misses) creepin' through the dark with that motha ***' mask on packin' that nine-millimeter *** be ready to get they blast on 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 TV ya hit the channel to one eighty-seven faculty look in the light you'll see that sista, "hey LSG" oh with the stogie-ogie-ogie now follow me and to your death, yeah *** you shouldn'tna *** with a g 'cause i got that S A C on my muthafuckin' family, *** *** it gets crazier, disect your ***' heart and bury your *** in the motha ***' park pop chop chop goes your head 'cause it's the bloody murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt my dear, catch the needle in your eye time to get wicked oh *** time to die 'cause the voices be sayin' "misses start sprayin' on these punk-*** *** talkin' *** and nuts ain't even hangin'" so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide got the ***' glock and on your soul i'm 'a ride because it's the motha ***' bone ready to get gone and it's da motha ***' miss with the mask on (killa hoe) creepin' through the dark with that motha ***' mask on packin' that nine-millimeter *** be ready to get they blast on (chopah) *** get your grip 'cause i'm on that mission 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 warm but *** are wanted for the life i have no pitty 'cause i love harm so i.. want to bust caps like a g hey g pass me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me "you crazy ***," not crazy, i'm psycho once i'm bustin' shots at them *** move out just like michael i flip, 'how you flip?' i'm flippin' it back and forth i'm havin' one of them *** movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport oh *** mista *** where's yo vest i'm 'bouts to pop ya how many times do i have to tell you you cannot like *** with the chopsta i rip *** the *** up, that's the perfect sign to slit your throat, and bury your *** where no one can find you with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence black gloves black scarf crept i creep nights so handle *** you punk-*** bustas i heard you couldn't trust us your set be should be on move sorry 'cause your whole block is bustas vamp like that, black is cool i see no sunshine knocka full of AKs and a backpack full of tech nines biotch! (killa hoe) (da misses) creepin' through the dark with that motha ***' mask on packin' that nine-millimeter *** be ready to get they blast on creepin' through the dark.. (..murderin' motha fuckas) aimin' for the heart.. (..slaughterin' motha fuckas) (lunasicc) wait ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked just knowin' a *** like lunasicc don't be givin' a fucc so uh, i lit it up now i'm gettin' up out of that *** tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the ***' ground i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concrete there he lay when the AK spray brains lookin like hamburger meat i'm gettin' ghost like casper but i'm not that friendly *** i'm that lunasicc *** i'm hazardous to my own health just any minute i just might grab that nine millimeter and bust my own self so we can take it to the next level i go to hell and get at the grim reeper yellin' "*** the devil!" so we can take it to the crossroads, motha *** even then my nine steadily loaded killin' all you bustas fill it up with hollow tips then pop *** drop me one fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in *** the discussion all i want is the cash, if there ain't none i'm 'a blast killin' ya doctor, ya ambulance driva, and ya nurse you're walkin' to your funeral 'cause x'loc blew up your hurse you'z a victim of the lunasicc, hell of quick to blast ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo' motha ***' *** with the quicka, the reepa the *** takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome lunasicc for the nine-five *** creepin' with my mask on (killa hoe) (da misses) creepin' through the dark with that motha ***' mask on packin' that nine-millimeter *** be ready to get they blast on creepin' through the dark.. (..murderin' motha fuckas) aimin' for the heart.. (..slaughterin' motha fuckas) (x2)