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witta mask on - x-raided lyrics

feat. killa hoe, da misses, chopah, lunasicc

[killa hoe]
yes, m-th- f–kas
yet you have entered the psycho ward
where the x-raided lays his head, n-gg-s
so let that n-gg- tell his story… beotch

[x-raided]
i be stalkin’ like jason, n-gg- i ain’t sayin’ sh-t
mask on wit’ a machedi in my right mit
ain’t gon’ be no ‘cha cha cha. 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 f–k if it’s sunday the fifteenth
any day is good for me to go and kill a ho
so f–k the money, mo murder mo murder mo
and it’s a nightmare on yo’ mama’s street
but freddy’s b-tch–ss 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 mother f–ker pinhead on h-llraiser
i’m h-llbound so the x-raided loc ain’t no joke
when i creep i use that nine-millimeter to split yo’ face wide open
’cause n-gg- you know i got no brain
mama said when i was young i didn’t play i liked to g-ngb-ng
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 n-gg- lunatic
i fit you filthy murderous when i’m blastin’ on them b-tches
killin’ ’em up, fillin’ ’em up with lead
i’m full of that liquor i’m stickin’ my trigga unloadin’ da sh-t sicc
so psychoactive n-gg- 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 sh-t you ripped in jail
by then i’ll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, n-gg-
you f–kin’ 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 f–kin’ mask on
packin’ that nine-millimeter n-gg-s be ready to get they blast on
creepin’ through the dark.
(.murderin’ motha f–kas)
aimin’ for the heart.
(.slaughterin’ motha f–kas)

(x2)

[da misses]
pick up yo’ god d-mn 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 b-tch you shouldn’tna f–ked with a g
’cause i got that s a c on my m-th-f–kin’ family, uzi
sh-t it gets crazier, disect your f–kin’ heart
and bury your -ss in the motha f–kin’ 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 yeah time to die
’cause the voices be sayin’
‘misses start sprayin’
on these punk–ss n-gg-s talkin’ sh-t and nuts ain’t even hangin”
so slippedy slip slip slip slip slide
got the f–kin’ glock and on your soul i’m ‘a ride
because it’s the motha f–kin’ bone
ready to get gone
and it’s da motha f–kin’ miss with the mask on

[killa hoe]
creepin’ through the dark with that motha f–kin’ mask on

packin’ that nine-millimeter n-gg-s be ready to get they blast on

[chopah]
biatch 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 n-gg-s are wanted for the life i have no pitty ’cause i love harm
so i. want to bust caps like a g
hey g p-ss me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me
‘you crazy n-gg-,’ not crazy, i’m psycho
once i’m bustin’ shots at them n-gg-s move out just like michael
i flip, ‘how you flip?’
i’m flippin’ it back and forth
i’m havin’ one of them b-tches movin’ they mouth and playin’ poor sport
oh sh-t mista n-gg- where’s yo vest i’m ’bouts to pop ya
how many times do i have to tell you you cannot like f–k with the chopsta
i rip sh-t the f–k up, that’s the perfect sign to
slit your throat, and bury your -ss 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 sh-ts
you punk–ss 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 f–kin’ mask on
packin’ that nine-millimeter n-gg-s be ready to get they blast on
creepin’ through the dark.
(.murderin’ motha f–kas)
aimin’ for the heart.
(.slaughterin’ motha f–kas)

[lunasicc]
wait ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked
just knowin’ a n-gg- like lunasicc don’t be givin’ a fucc
so uh, i lit it up now i’m gettin’ up out of that b-tch
tear my bucket down march with fo’ fo’s burned up on the f–kin’ ground
i left him dead his bloddy head up on the concrete
there he lay when the ak spray lay there like hamburger meat
i’m gettin’ ghost like casper
but i’m not that family n-gg- i’m that lunasicc b-st-rd
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 h-ll and get at the grim reeper yellin’ ‘f–k the devil!’
so we can take it to the crossroads, motha f–ka
even then my nine steadily loaded killin’ all you bustas
fill it up with hollow tips then pop n-gg- drop me one
fillin’ all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin’ down doors with x, shoot my gat in f–k 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, h-ll of quick to blast
ash to ash dust to dust right up on yo’ motha f–kin’ -ss
with the quicka, the reepa the n-gg-
takin’ the gat with a blast straight to the dome
lunasicc for the nine-five b-tch creepin’ with my mask on

(x2)

- x raided lyrics

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