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x raided - mask on lyrics

[intro]
yes, m-th-f-ckaz
yes, you have entered the psycho ward
where the x-raided lays his head, n-gg-z
so let that n-gg- tell you his story, b-tch

[x-raided]
i’ll be stalkin like jason
n-gg-, i aint sayin sh-t
mask on with a machete in my right mitt
aint gon’ be no ch-ch-ch (ch-ch-ch)
cause all your gonna be hearin is rat-a-tat and pop-pop
and it aint gotta be on friday the 13th
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s sunday the 15th
any day is good for me to go and kill a hoe
so f-ck the month (mo murda, mo murda, mo)
aint it’s a nightmare on your mommas street
but freddy’s b-tch -ss is dead
so now you gotta deal with me
aint no need to make no part 2, 3 or 4
cause i’m gon’ kill’em all in that first episode
slit ’em open with a straight razor
killin ’em quicker than that m-th-f-cka pinhead on h-llraiser
i’m h-ll bound so the x-raided locc aint no joke
when i creep i use that 9 millimeter to split your face wide open
cause n-gg- you know i got no brain
momma said when i was young i didn’t play, i liked to gang bang
my psychiatrist told me i was totally insane
i packin a millimeter, nine, a nina, it’s same thang, yeah
i got that loco active sickness makin a n-gg- lunatic
i’m 51-50 merciless, so i’m blastin on them b-tches
killin ’em up, fillin ’em up with lead
i’m full of that liquor
i’m swingin my trigga, unloadin, the sh-t’s sick
i’m psycho active. n-gg-
i’m bangin the deuce-four s-t-r to the double e-t
don’t tell my nina you seems to be bing bing your way
and i ain’t trippin on all that payback sh-t
you whipped in jail
cause soon,
i’ll have that 9 to make that brain thang hang out, n-gg-
you f-ckin with the g’sta
when you runnin up on the x
you better bring your favorite preacher with ya
cause you gon’ need him to be a witness when i smoke ya
look you in your eyes and say, “you should’ve been a locsta”

[hook] [2x]
creepin through the dark with that m-th-f-ckin mask on
packin that 9 millimeter
n-gg-z be ready to get their blast on
creepin through the dark (murderin m-th-f-ckaz)
aimin for the heart (slaughterin m-th-f-ckaz)

[da misses]
pick up your god d-mn remote, turn on your tv
yo, hit the channel to 187 faculty
look in the light you’ll see that sister named l.s.g
oh with that stogie-ogie-ogie
now follow me into to your death
yeah, b-tch you shouldn’t have f-cked with a g
cause i got that s-a-c or my m-th-f-ckin family uzi
sh-t it gets crazier, dissect your f-ckin heart
and bury your -ss in the m-th-f-ckin park
pop, chop-chop goes your head
cause it’s the bl–dy murdy with the ammo gat that ya felt
my dear, catch the needle in your eye
time to get wicked, oh sh-t! time to die
cause the voices be sayin,
“misses, start sprayin on these punk–ss n-gg-z talkin sh-t”
“and nuts ain’t even hangin'”
so slippedy slip, slip, slip, slip, slide
got the f-ckin glock and on your soul, imma ride
because it’s the m-th-f-ckin bone, i aint goin to get gone
and it’s da-m-th-f-ckin-miss with the mask on

[hook]
creepin through the dark
with that m-th-f-ckin mask on
packin that 9 millimeter
n-gg-z be ready to get their blast on

[chopah]
b-tch, grip yo gat because i’m on that mission
i slit first like o.j.
so don’t let me start rippin sh-t up like a wind storm
the hollow ones make your body warm
but n-gg-z are runnin for their life
i have no pity because i love harm
so i want to bust caps like a g
hey g, p-ss me the h.k after that nine-milli
goin through a fools whole memory
you crazy n-gg-, not crazy, i’m psycho
when i start bustin shots
i make them n-gg-z moonwalk just like michael
i flip, how you flip?
i’m flippin it back and forth
i’m havin to bust on those b-tches
runnin they mouth and playin poor sport
oh sh-t, mista n-gg-, where’s your vest? i’m ’bouts to pop ya
how many times i gotta tell you?
you cannot, like, f-ck with the chopsta
i rip sh-t the f-ck up
that’s the perfect sign to slit your throat
and bury your -ss where no one cannot find you
with my mask on, my paths leave no evidence
black gloves, black skullcap
i creep nice, i’m heaven sent
you punk–ss bustas, i heard you couldn’t trust us
your set should be able to move swift
because your whole block is bustas
vamp like that, back in school, i see no sunshine
locker full of ak’s and a backpack full of tek-9’s
b–tch!

[hook]
creepin through the dark with that m-th-f-ckin mask on
packin that 9 millimeter
n-gg-z be ready to get their blast on
creepin through the dark (murderin m-th-f-ckaz)
aimin for the heart (slaughterin m-th-f-ckaz)

[lunasicc]
when you seen my nina, you should’ve ducked
just knowin a n-gg- like lunasicc don’t be givin a f-ck
so uh, i lit it up, now i’m gettin up out of that b-tch
tearin my bucket down, skid marks from my four vogue’s
burned up on the f-ckin ground
i left him dead, his bl–dy head left 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 n-gg-
i’m that lunasicc b-st-rd, i’m hazardous to my own health
just any minute, i just might grab that 9 millimeter
and blast my own self
so we can take it to the next level
i’ll go to h-ll and give the grim reaper a 100 more people
yellin, “f-ck the devil!”
so we can take it to the crossroads m-th-f-cka
even then my 9’s stay loaded, killin all you bustas
fill it up with hollow tips, clip pop, n-gg- drop me one
fillin all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin down doors with x
shoot my gat and f-ck a discussion
all i want is the cash
if there aint none, imma blast
killin your doctor, your ambulance driver and your nurse
you walkin to your funeral
cause x-loc blew up your he-rs-
you’s a victim of the lunasicc
h-lla quick to blast
ash to ash, dust to dust
run up on your m-th-f-ckin -ss with the quicker
the ripper, the n-gg- takin the gat when i blast straight to the dome
lunasicc for the ’95, b-tch
creepin with my mask on

- x raided lyrics

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