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Don't make me take my mask off Unless ya Ready to catch a fuckin' fast ball Cause when I Get to choppin', watch your heads gone So if ya Think you can fuck with me, you're dead wrong Dead wrong Kids, gather around the campfire and listen up to my stories Then one day maybe you grow up to be wicked, sick and gory I will tell you the truth, the stuff your parents don't want you to hear Here, lend me your ear, and do not have no fear Real MONSTERS under your bed They waitin' for you to just lay your head When you go to sleep, that's when they come out With big ass teeth and kill your dad, yikes And they all bite, the werewolves and the vampires And the big ass oogly-booglies And the shits that breathe that damn fire Every motherfucker better carry 9 milla You can ask anybody who know me, I'm reala' Get a nigga really kind of sick, but I'm iller They don't wanna end up in a liquor wine cellar We're serial known killas Motherfuckers that'll have niggas like you go hidin' shit (hidin' shit) Hurry up and find this bitch (find this bitch) Keep my supersize and shit (shit...) And that would be gruesome Put the body all up in a freezer, gotta use 'em Right next to the bitch that abused 'em I call 'em the Gruesome Twosome And you should'a heard how they begged for me To take off my mask and talk to 'em But if I did that then I really gotta fuckin' do 'em (do 'em...) Don't make me take this mask off And break your fuckin' glass jaw Take a puff of grass and Go Jurassic, eat your ass raw Carcass in the trash If you're parkin' to the brass Nigga, don't start with any remarks I'm sick and the barf is in the bag Enough of that barkin', bitch, this isn't a game I'm markin' my targets, inflictin' the pain Twisted Insane, he told me to kill 'em all Roll with the villains who sick in the brain Niggas do nothin' but bitch and complain So I'mma go dig me a ditch and say "Game!" And put you motherfuckers out of your misery 'bout to make history, Hitler was lame! Mass murder on a massive scale Laughing as every single casket fill It's time I go watchin' the enemies in my vicinity Travel the path to hell You ain't gonna make it to the panic room, I bet you when I'm Done, they gon' put me in a padded room For the gruesome scenes While I remain elusive from authority's use that screen Shit, I scream with your bitch Murder your ass in the booth right quick Niggas don't want me to move like this Until they repairin' that tooth I chipped We call a body count taking score Add you to it and make it more And I'm havin' a blast, if I need a mask I cover my face with yours! So... Apparently, there were some People who thought they could fuck with me They must have been puffin' tree And thought they were in protective custody You really must suck to be Them because I came up and I ruptured three Organs that they consider to be vital I'm homicidal with my cutlery Have you had enough of me And all of my mischevious ways? I'm gifted and praised Burn you up in a ridiculous blaze Take your Face/Off like Nicolas Cage We are livin' in the wickedest days I'm out of my mind, I'm sick and I'm crazed Sometimes I shoot bullets in every direction Just so I can see how the shit richochets And you could'a lucked out, but you chose the fuck route See, cats like you are nothin' but an infection It's time to be squeezin' the puss out Got enough clout, you get stuffed out And put in the soil soon With my supervillainy, I got enough artillery I could destroy the Moon And I'mma deploy it soon Killin' your colony, all of these boys are doomed I do not fight fair, I'm a nightmare Like Freddy's boiler room So do not approach me with a hard head Cause I know that your ass soft Killin' comes easy, I know you Don't wanna see me take my mask off
Writer(s): Mark Melicia, David Rosen, Samuel Bey, Paul Ritchie, Nicholas Gavino Villapiano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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