[Intro] Yes, Muthafuckaz Yes, You have entered the Psycho Ward Where the X-Raided lays his head, niggaz So let that nigga tell you his story, bitch
[X-Raided] I'll be stalkin like Jason Nigga, I aint sayin shit 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 fuck if it's Sunday the 15th Any day is good for me to go and kill a hoe So fuck the month (mo murda, mo murda, mo) Aint it's a nightmare on your mommas street But Freddy's bitch ass 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 muthafucker Pinhead on Hellraiser I'm hell bound so the X-Raided Locc aint no joke When I creep I use that 9 millimeter to split your face wide open Cause nigga 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 nigga lunatic I'm 51-50 murderous, So I'm blastin on them bitches Killin 'em up, Fillin 'em up with lead I'm full of that liquor I'm swingin my trigga, Unloadin the shit's sick I'm psycho active nigga 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 shit You ripped in jail Cause soon I'll have that 9 to make that brain thang hang out, nigga You fuckin 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 loccsta"
[Hook] [2X] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
[Da Misses] Pick up your god damn remote, Turn on your TV Yo, Hit the channel to 187 Faculty Look in the light you'll see that sister, Hey L.S.G Oh with that Stogie-ogie-ogie Now follow me until to your death Yeah, Bitch you shouldn't have fucked with a G Cause I got that S-A-C or my muthafuckin family Uzi Shit it gets crazier, Dissect your fuckin heart And bury your ass in the muthafuckin 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 shit! Time to die Cause the voices be sayin, "Misses, Start sprayin on these punk-ass niggaz talkin shit" "And nuts ain't even hangin'" So slippedy slip, slip, slip, slip, slide Got the fuckin glock and on your soul, Imma ride Because it's the muthafuckin bone, I aint goin to get gone And it's the muthafuckin Miss with the mask on
[Hook] Creepin through the dark With that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on
[Chopah] Bitch, Grip yo grip because I'm on that mission I slit first like O.J. So don't let me start rippin shit up like a wind storm The hollow ones make your body warm But niggaz are runnin for their life I have no pity because I love harm So I want to bust caps like a G Hey G, Pass me the H.K after that nine-milli Goin through fools who remember me You crazy nigga, Not crazy, I'm psycho When I start bustin shots, I make them niggaz moonwalk just like Michael I flip, How you flip? I'm flippin it back and forth I'm havin a bus of hoe-bitches runnin they mouth and playin poor sport Oh shit, Mista nigga, Where's your vest? I'm 'bouts to pop ya How many times I gotta tell you? You cannot, Like, Fuck with the Chopsta I rip shit the fuck up That's the perfect sign to slit your throat And bury your ass 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-ass bustas, I heard you couldn't trust us Your set should be movin swiftly Because your whole block is bustas Vamp like that, Black is cool, I see no sunshine Knocka full of AK's and a backpack full of Tek-9's Biatch!
[Hook] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
[Lunasicc] When you seen my nina, You should've ducked Just knowin a nigga like Lunasicc don't be givin a fuck So uh, I lit it up, Now I'm gettin up out of that bitch Tear my bucket down, Sees my.44's burned up on the fuckin ground I left him dead, His bloody 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 nigga I'm that Lunasicc bastard, 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 hell and get at the grim reaper Yeah I'm a creeper yellin, "Fuck the devil!" So we can take it to the crossroads muthafucka Even then my 9's stay loaded, Killin all you bustas Fill it up with hollow tips quick, Pop! Nigga drop me one Fillin all you devils up with them hot ones Kickin down doors with X Shoot my gat and fuck 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-Locc blew up your hearse You's a victim of the Lunasicc Hella quick to blast Ash to ash, Dust to dust Run up on your muthafuckin ass with the quicker The ripper, The nigga takin the gat with a blast straight to the dome Lunasicc for the '95, bitch Creepin with my mask on
[Hook] [2X] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
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Copy to Clipboard: [Intro] Yes, Muthafuckaz Yes, You have entered the Psycho Ward Where the X-Raided lays his head, niggaz So let that nigga tell you his story, bitch
[X-Raided] I'll be stalkin like Jason Nigga, I aint sayin shit 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 fuck if it's Sunday the 15th Any day is good for me to go and kill a hoe So fuck the month (mo murda, mo murda, mo) Aint it's a nightmare on your mommas street But Freddy's bitch ass 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 muthafucker Pinhead on Hellraiser I'm hell bound so the X-Raided Locc aint no joke When I creep I use that 9 millimeter to split your face wide open Cause nigga 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 nigga lunatic I'm 51-50 murderous, So I'm blastin on them bitches Killin 'em up, Fillin 'em up with lead I'm full of that liquor I'm swingin my trigga, Unloadin the shit's sick I'm psycho active nigga 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 shit You ripped in jail Cause soon I'll have that 9 to make that brain thang hang out, nigga You fuckin 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 loccsta"
[Hook] [2X] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
[Da Misses] Pick up your god damn remote, Turn on your TV Yo, Hit the channel to 187 Faculty Look in the light you'll see that sister, Hey L.S.G Oh with that Stogie-ogie-ogie Now follow me until to your death Yeah, Bitch you shouldn't have fucked with a G Cause I got that S-A-C or my muthafuckin family Uzi Shit it gets crazier, Dissect your fuckin heart And bury your ass in the muthafuckin 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 shit! Time to die Cause the voices be sayin, "Misses, Start sprayin on these punk-ass niggaz talkin shit" "And nuts ain't even hangin'" So slippedy slip, slip, slip, slip, slide Got the fuckin glock and on your soul, Imma ride Because it's the muthafuckin bone, I aint goin to get gone And it's the muthafuckin Miss with the mask on
[Hook] Creepin through the dark With that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on
[Chopah] Bitch, Grip yo grip because I'm on that mission I slit first like O.J. So don't let me start rippin shit up like a wind storm The hollow ones make your body warm But niggaz are runnin for their life I have no pity because I love harm So I want to bust caps like a G Hey G, Pass me the H.K after that nine-milli Goin through fools who remember me You crazy nigga, Not crazy, I'm psycho When I start bustin shots, I make them niggaz moonwalk just like Michael I flip, How you flip? I'm flippin it back and forth I'm havin a bus of hoe-bitches runnin they mouth and playin poor sport Oh shit, Mista nigga, Where's your vest? I'm 'bouts to pop ya How many times I gotta tell you? You cannot, Like, Fuck with the Chopsta I rip shit the fuck up That's the perfect sign to slit your throat And bury your ass 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-ass bustas, I heard you couldn't trust us Your set should be movin swiftly Because your whole block is bustas Vamp like that, Black is cool, I see no sunshine Knocka full of AK's and a backpack full of Tek-9's Biatch!
[Hook] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
[Lunasicc] When you seen my nina, You should've ducked Just knowin a nigga like Lunasicc don't be givin a fuck So uh, I lit it up, Now I'm gettin up out of that bitch Tear my bucket down, Sees my.44's burned up on the fuckin ground I left him dead, His bloody 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 nigga I'm that Lunasicc bastard, 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 hell and get at the grim reaper Yeah I'm a creeper yellin, "Fuck the devil!" So we can take it to the crossroads muthafucka Even then my 9's stay loaded, Killin all you bustas Fill it up with hollow tips quick, Pop! Nigga drop me one Fillin all you devils up with them hot ones Kickin down doors with X Shoot my gat and fuck 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-Locc blew up your hearse You's a victim of the Lunasicc Hella quick to blast Ash to ash, Dust to dust Run up on your muthafuckin ass with the quicker The ripper, The nigga takin the gat with a blast straight to the dome Lunasicc for the '95, bitch Creepin with my mask on
[Hook] [2X] Creepin through the dark with that muthafuckin mask on Packin that 9 millimeter Niggaz be ready to get their blast on Creepin through the dark (Murderin muthafuckaz) Aimin for the heart (Slaughterin muthafuckaz)
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