Lunasicc - Wit' a Mask On lyrics

[Skit, from a movie] Zombie: Helllp Person 1: Don't be afraid Person 2: I'll bust it in the damn head. Man, you sure that thing's tied good? P1: You can hear me? Zombie: Yesss P1: Why do you eat people Zombie: Not people, brainsss P1: Brains only? Zombie: Yesss P1: Why? Zombie: The paaaiiinnn P1: What about the pain? Zombie: The paaaiinnn of being deaddd P1: Brains. Hurts, to be dead? Zombie: I can feel myself rotttttiiiiing P1: Eating brains. How does that make you feel? Zombie: It makes the pain go awaaaayyyy [k**a Ho] Yes, motherf**ers Yet you have entered the psycho ward Where the X-Raided lays his head, n***as So let that n***a tell his story.... beotch [X-Raided] I be stalkin' like Jason n***a I ain't sayin' sh** Mask on wit' a machete 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** if it's sunday the fifteenth Any day is good for me to go and k** a ho So f** the money, mo murder mo murder mo And it's a nightmare on yo' mama's street But freddy's b**h-a** is dead, so now you got to deal wit' me And ain't no need to make no part two, three or fo' Cause I'm gon' k** 'em all in that first episode Slit 'em open with the straight razor k**in' 'em quicker than that mother f**er 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 n***a you know I got no brain Mama said when I was young I didn't play I liked to g**n 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***a lunatic I fit you filthy murderous when I'm blastin' on them b**hes k**in' 'em up, fillin' 'em up with lead I'm full of that liquor I'm stickin' my trigga unloadin' da sh** sicc So psychoactive n***a 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' on all that payback sh** you ripped in jail By then i'll have that nine to make that brain thang hang out, n***a You f**in' 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" [k**a Ho] ((Da Misses)) Creepin' through the dark with that motherf**in' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter n***as be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark.. ((..murderin' motherf**ers)) Aimin' for the heart.. ((..slaughterin' motherf**ers)) (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 d**h, yeah b**h you shouldn'tna f**ed with a g Cause I got that S A C on my motherf**in' family, uzi sh** it gets crazier, disect your f**in' heart And bury your a** in the motherf**in' 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 yeah time to die Cause the voices be sayin' "misses start sprayin' On these punk-a** n***as talkin' sh** and nuts ain't even hangin'" So slippedy slip slip slip slip slide Got the f**in' Glock and on your soul I'm 'a ride Because it's the motherf**in' bone Ready to get gone And it's da motherf**in' miss with the mask on [k**a Ho] Creepin' through the dark with that motherf**in' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter n***as be ready to get they blast on [Chopah] b*atch 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***as are wanted for the life I have no pitty cause I love harm So i.. want to bust caps like a g Hey g pa** me the hk afta that nine-millie so them fools come remember me "you crazy n***a," not crazy, I'm psycho Once I'm bustin' shots at them n***as moonwalk just like michael I flip, 'how you flip?' I'm flippin' it back and forth I'm havin' one of them b**hes movin' they mouth and playin' poor sport Oh sh** mista n***a where's yo vest I'm 'bouts to pop ya How many times do I have to tell you you cannot like f** with the chopsta I rip sh** the f** up, that's the perfect sign to Slit your throat, and bury your a** 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**s You punk-a** 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! [k**a Ho] ((Da Misses)) Creepin' through the dark with that motherf**in' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter n***as be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark.. ((..murderin' motherf**ers)) Aimin' for the heart.. ((..slaughterin' motherf**ers)) [Lunasicc] Whan ya see my nina, ya shoulda ducked Just knowin' a n***a like Lunasicc don't be givin' a f** So uh, I lit it up now I'm gettin' up out of that b**h Tear my bucket down march with fo' fo's burned up on the f**in' 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 n***a I'm that Lunasicc ba*tard 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' "f** the devil!" So we can take it to the crossroads, motherf**er Even then my nine steadily loaded k**in' all you bustas Fill it up with hollow tips then pop n***a drop me one Fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones Kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in f** the discussion All I want is the cash, if there ain't none I'mma blast k**in' 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' motherf**in' a** With the quicka, the reepa the n***a Takin' the gat with a blast straight to the dome Lunasicc for the nine-five b**h creepin' with my mask on [k**a ho] ((da misses)) Creepin' through the dark with that motherf**in' mask on Packin' that nine-millimeter n***as be ready to get they blast on Creepin' through the dark.. ((..murderin' motherf**ers)) Aimin' for the heart.. ((..slaughterin' motherf**ers)) (x2) [Skit, from same movie] P2: Hey, look ma. f** this, I gotta talk to you. How do we k** those thiiiings? P1: You don't P2: The fu*k you mean you don't? P1: Burt, you don't k** those mothers, they're already dead. You gotta understand they're not living creatures, they're animated. I mean you can chop them up into pieces and pieces, they'll still come after you P2: Holy fu*k P1: All you can do is just burn them. Gotta totally reduce them to ashes so there's nothing left to came after you P3: How are you gonna burn all those things? P2: Man, there's 100 of those f**ers P1: Yeah, that is the question