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Aw yeah, mane
What's up?
You know who it be. It's the P.C
It’s the Mane, Strombomane, Endomane, Big [Crunk?]
Z-Dogg over here with Glock Mane
Puttin' it down for this Jason Mask Posse song
On your motherfuckin' ass
Now we gon' start this shit off like this
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never give my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
The fuck goin' on? Still havin' nightmares and visions
Still wakin' up shakin’, soaked in blood from my killings
And yes, I'm still dreamin’, I'm smokin' kush with the Devil's son
We sittin’ in the pentagram, drinkin' Yak and we blowin' guns
And yеah, them Dark Arts, I'm at the top of my class
Benеath the lunar moon, walkin' on the can, draggin' ass
So Glock Mane, here's the deal, pass the weapon of choice
And I'ma peel the bitch flesh from her body, enjoy
You see as she layin' skinned, muscle, tissue and bone
Still twitchin' like she itchin' off them methane and stone
See, I told 'em [?] Lil' Ramsey they problems was real
I've been plagued by these voices since I broke out the seal
Cold nights, warm blood, strong smell of decay
Shallow graves with feet missin’ time, lost days
And yes, it sound strange like bloody puddles of rain
That’s bizarre, 'bout occurred to me, this is how I walk in shame
See, my thoughts, they paved the way for this Devil Shyt to walk
Baffles words without the verbs is the language we talk
Cold game, I tried to tell 'em, watch the rise of the sun
Pitch black, it ain't no rooster corn, bitch, and she done
Demons give me power and demons give me strength
My demons 'bout to show you what it take to decimate
You think he wants a pinker shade?
How many stringents stuck up in his waist?
Rain, never bein' fake, fuck a flake
I keep a nine millimeter shooter, the Ruger to do ya, boom
Brains all over the room, I welcome you to the bloody tomb
Eww, the Legion of Doom, that defeat the fucked up bull
And wound and rip a baby up out your womb and shoot 'em too
It's a double murder homicide
This cat will crawl along the suicide, do or die, subliminal evil lines
The thoughts of killin' God with a single shot tonight
I rep that Godless planet, the killer done lost himself for real
I pull the Jason Mask down and grab my fuckin' steel
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never give my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Glock Mane and C-9 creepin' on you niggas with Devil Shyt
Broken Halo Entertainment, anything else is irrelevant
Shut the fuck up, you embarrassing
You impressin’ some lyrical felonists
Make a nigga drop when the Glock go pop-pop
Spray the motherfucker like a terrorist non-stop
Psycho raps on the block, this be my ritual
I'll rebel and keep in my mental
Demonic curses, keep stalling, calling C-9 the lyrical Aleister Crowley
Take the motherfucker on a high-speed chase
Got a body in the trunk wrapped in the duct tape
Strangle the body, the blood won't circulate
Cut out the eyes until the body starts to decay
Sit, besides kinda wicked when I'm scared and that's critical
Body parts scattered all over my kitchen floor
Plus I'm sick in the head, that's pitiful
Bloodstains all over my liver and genitals
Fiending for murder, I quickly grab my Glock and cock it rapidly
Drug fiend, murderer, two-faces of demonic blasphemy
A.K. shells, we'll quickly spit that
Mossberg pump got a hell of a kickback
They'll let me and my homies sit back
Smoke with the devil and practice Witchcraft
Mentals start tussle when you think about a convict
I pause and calling them out, so, go easy
Black guy pick on you niggas so hard
You'll be calling because I got thoughts of amnesia
Black magician quicker to murder
I'm leavin' your body parts ripped and twisted
Decapitate a motherfucker, sit atop her tits
I gotta mention my thoughts are worth more than some witness
Drag a motherfucker to the cemetery
Then I bury niggas, when I look at your casket, I blast
C-9 is a true Luciferior lyricist
Screamin' at you rappers with a bloody ski mask
DJ Mystical One and Moha Production, [kommne bitte?]
Glock Mane representing Jason Mask, plus this is Devil Shyt
Broken Halo Entertainment and [?] sounds
[?] where we belong, we're representing Underground
Mask on my face, you can't tell me shit
I be out here doin' what I want, I give it to men quick
Demons in my head, got 'em scared to come cross to Dogg
If you cross, I got Hell's that's gon' fuck you all
Fuck you all so bad, they might drag yo ass all through the mud
Drag yo ass all through the mud, stay right there boy, don't get up
I know you heard about me, Z-D-O double G
Please give me my cheese, don't make this finger squeeze (Bow)
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never give my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Monsters movin' like ain't nobody gettin' spared for real
I break deals and necks and never care
No chill or back down, my sound is viral
You little Oncelers made me cry, so pain, I bring it more
A lot of torture in store, the blood's about to spill
The skin is gettin' peeled from heads, that's overkill
Faggots over the hill, but still tryna throw shots
My water is on boil and limbs, I'm choppin' blocks (Come on!)
Release my homie Glock, I damn released the beast
Then sliced my wrist in peace or piss whichever teacup
The lesson of demon feats, scenes of all destruction
Instruction for mass killin', we end it with no discussion
Angel motherfuckin’ Killin’, fill it with yo blood, I feel it
Done gone insane, I got these bitches in my end
I leave the angels dead
666 is in this but I’ll kill you and not ask why
‘Cause I know you wanna die, I wanna see your Mama cry
Burn your innards, just tonight
Stake is out ‘cause it’s Devil’s Night
Slash your throat without a knife, yeah, I’ll take your life
Not just sayin’ verses, bodies leavin’ in hearses
I’m a witch castin’ curses, go ahead, make a wish
God, He is a evil vic, end up in a fuckin’ ditch
Now you ain’t sayin’ shit
[?] will blast the corpse from the past
We’ll capture your asses, no one will last
The one on the cash, put holes in your back
From bustin’ my gat with a Jason Mask
I’m killin’ my enemies slowly as I torture you with no regret
Hold your ass for ransom, finna cut your head off of your neck
I don’t play with hoes who tryna come around here
If you’re lookin’ at me wrong, then you’re bound to disappear
I’m a motherfuckin’ madman on the fuckin’ loose
Finna give your Mom a visit when I shoot her up with my tool
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never give my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
J-Battle will wreck you hoes
Guns point at the temple, I’ve got the confliction, no problem
Poppin’ the clip in my .357, nobody can fuck with my verbal revolver
Sent up to heaven, I flip up the microphone
Droppin’ you rappers off in the abyss
And I’ll level the Heaven’s
Shall never compete with the level
You bitches be gettin’ me pissed
Underground with the coffin
Grippin’ the .40 to put it right up to your face, I’ma blast it
Droppin’ the [?] up off of the shotty
And haulin’ and dumpin’ you off in the casket
Death to the haters that copy my style
[?] dope, I get straight to the point
Now who in the fuck be thinkin’ they foul?
I’m comin’ to light ‘em up just like a joint
And I’m dealin’ then rippin’ the reel
And then flippin’ adrenaline, feelin’ it up in my mind
Finna step in the clip and my steel end up flippin’ the script
And I’m killin’ it up on the grind
But I pop in the clip and this lyrical weapon, I’m choppin’
Then steppin’ on up with the nine
Then I’m steadily buckin’ and droppin’ you rappers off
After they fuckin’ with none of your gang
King of the Blast, you eat the blast, you eat the blast
You murder them fast, rebuild the pack and bill the ref
Never could die, look at the sight of an angel’s sigh
[Burnt on?] the cross and crucified
Enter the no [?], they cry
You’ve been livin’ in somethin’ with heaviness, this life
Let the Reaper carry, the days are gone
To look in the mirror, the years pass on without the ones that love us
Is this a sin to Malakai? Do we gotta kick down the door, because it’s a life we could never bear
I was born in the ghetto, so I was dead on arrival
Hell on the block, pop the Glock, I murdered the rifle
Like a broken mind, sick of the boy off the chain
I’m rockin’ with my nigga, call ‘em Glock Mane
I got retarded flow but I ain’t Gucci Mane
Got bread, hustle flow, so tip me mane
I’m the first king of Memphis, Tennessee
Like bustin’ over pussy, rappers can’t fuck with me
I’m the hardest emcee from the underground
Got a tip from Satan, told me to cool it down
I’m the hardest emcee from the underground
Got a tip from Satan, told me to cool it down
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never give my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Yeah, I’ma bury you in the dirt like an earthworm (Worm)
I’ma trash you like the maggot that you always were (Were)
Will I grab a Jason mask? Yes, sir
Grabbin’ a murder weapon, takin’ care of the dawg with no words (Ahh)
He be dead for sure, when I walk in dead ass Hell, like a zombie
And I motherfuckin’ knifed his ass so quick but he almost got me
This Glock Mane Posse, so I gotta kill the flow right now
Bow down on the mic, killer flow, overdose
Blowin’ dope and the Yay, you’ll see
Drop the Anna off, for Murder Clique, I come up and dismantle y’all
Anybody want it, we could do it right here
Better hope that you prepare to ball, let’s break the law
I’ma let ‘em know, I’ma creep up, I’ma let it go
Ain’t nobody playin’ with you motherfuckers
I’m the Reaper, finna come and take your soul
With my Jason Mask on, finna come and blast y’all
I’m about to cook ya, just split ya then send yo ass home
Open up the gates of Hell ‘cause I’m leadin’ the blind
Fuck these haters and these fakers, it’s about damn time
I’m with the Glock Mane, we won’t stop
Catch you down on yo block (Hey, what’s up twin?)
Say hello to this pistol, you blood, I say I won’t pop
I’m at yo door, yo door locked, we kick it in, we don’t knock
My niggas tryna shoot you, tryna take over your dough spot
Get a nigga dome shots, put ‘em in a ditch
And her bitch, she suck a nigga dick like a Blowpop
And she keep callin’ me, I’m like “When will that hoe stop?”
But since I hate you, I’ma keep knockin’ out that hoe block (Ha)
It’s Kenny and Corey, comin’ through with the mask on
If you don’t come up with the cash, I’ma step back and get my blast on (Yeah)
I be all up in they head, just like a bath salt (Whoo)
They be like “Where he at?”, I say “His ass gone” (Phew)
Shoutin’ out to the demons, given praise with Satan, hoe
Glock Mane and Kenny Smith, the two rappers they’ve been waitin’ for
The Mystical One with the mask of Jason, hoe
Devil’s advocate comin’, sorry to keep you waitin’ hoe
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Stabbin’ the victim, the blood will be spilt
Stomp on your flesh and I’ll make me a quilt
What is remorse if I’m feelin’ the guilt?
Like Aleister Crowley, I do what thou wilt
Practicin' the ritual, keep my shit originalHappy rappers fictional, I smoke you like medicinalFuck what your rhymes say, duck when my nine sprayBodies get dumped, run amuck, it's a crime waveMerkin' these bitches, I dump 'em ditchesToo big for they britches, I treat 'em like daddyAnd feed on the stitches, I'm jumping the fencesAnd crossin' the border to gather my senses
Killin’ them hoes like Jason, my reputation - not givin’ a fuck
In my observations, my victims amputation
I’m choppin’ up lyricism, you stealin’ it, plagiarism
I’m twistin’ heads, exorcism, you sleep on me, hypnotism
Killin’ the skepticism, the negative criticism
I’m too hard of a sinner, even God said I’m not forgiven
Now, listen very closely ‘fore your body go missin’
Fuck around with me, you gonna pray to religion
Jason Mask with ‘em, my nigga be hidin’
Let’s open your eyes, bitch, I’m leavin’ you blinded
And torturin’ methods, you’re fatally wounded
And mentally fucked, the abyss [where you’re smothered?]
Your brother’s as good, so give me [?]
I’m smokin’ this doja all up in my mind
Controllin’ my monster by killin’ inside
This the wicked sick and [?] from motherfucker [?] later in timeI’m one of them niggas that’s rich in my prime
Try to make money, whatever [?] crime
Fuck it, nigga I’m smokin’ the fuckin’ chicken
I pluck it, I smoke you out like [?]
Pre-fire ghost scared of [?] don’t catch a surprise
(Insane)
Ugh! Jason Mask and a .40 Glock
I’m creepin’ and mobbin’ down your block
Black trench coat and a duffel back, preparin’ to make some bodies drop
Someone got scared and called the cops
I pop off a shot from .40 Glock
First 48, spread the yellow tape
Somebody got shot right in the face
The Devil’s alive in the flesh, stabbin’ a pitchform in your chest
Makin’ this sting for you livin’ lames
‘Bout to bring the pain and brain
Evil Bounty Hunter dressed in camouflage
The lyrical bomber, insane Hitler, no pretender
Cookin’ my victims for my dinner
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Jason mask up on my face as I ride round them streets of the A-townWho gonna be my victim? Take 'em off to that devil's playground (Kaotic Klique)Took this blade out ‘fore you make me angryNow the danger Klique, USA victory (Kaotic Klique)But I still empty the chamberRemember me? Hennessy shots got me twistedPlus, this killer weedNow I feel lost, where these bitches at? (Kaotic Klique)Run up, I sa
I wanna see bloody red, better start [?] and I only hearVoices and the sucker descend because I'm aFortress, like I cannot take it any longerMore strain, breaking point (Kaotic Klique)Bored out my mask and I watch angels cryAs I'm smoking with the devil in the pale moonlight (Kaotic Klique)Blanked out and I woke up in pom-pomsAnd rolled up right under the woods and watching lights and they're flas
I’m hearin’ these voices (Kill, kill)
Tellin’ me to ‘cause a [?]
Grabbin’ the hatchet, I stab and attack ‘em
Hackin’ ‘em up, the body collapses
Splashin’ it with the canfull of gas and grabbin’ the matches
I’m flamin’ ‘em up, bringin’ the pain and I’m out the gate
And I can’t get enough
Findin’ the bitches blood, I’ma spit at ‘em like antifreeze
Comin’ to get ‘em, fill ‘em with venom, the thang I’ma bust
Choppers will hit ‘em, bitch I’m a villain
I’m venomous and I’m sicker than nigga bent
With the shit livin’ in the midst of the killers in Memphis, I represent
Kickin’ it with the Syndicate, twistin’ it like a head
[?] feel demented to live with this Devil Shyt
‘Cause I’m sinister, we can order the pistol so we can hit ‘em up
And the graves all up in the cemetery as I fill ‘em
Feelin’ the Devilish energy, try comin’ at insanity
Nigga, come meet the Devil just ‘cause I don’t give a fuck
I’m hearin’ rumors that people be comin’ up missin’
The police been findin’ they bodies in ditches
And some of ‘em hidden so I’m not gonna mention
All the witnesses turned to skeletons
Wear the black hockey mask, lookin’ like Jason
Shakin’, facin’, death it awaitin’
Be patient, these haters decay in my basement
Faceless, face it, tie your bloody body up to a tree
I’ll make you bleed from your head to your feet
Put you to sleep, cut you to pieces
Jason Mask cover my features, creatures beat you to death
Take your last breath, we believe in torture
Cut you with a chainsaw, then blow your motherfuckin’ brains out
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Steadily rippin’ and microphone flippin’
And murderous musical, massacre witnessin’
Malakia bitch, I be poppin’ the clip with not givin’ a fuck
About haters and bitches with bodies
And drops only with them shotties
They throw their 6’s in the sky, just like Illuminati’s
I call my nigga Glock Mane
And ask him where the stash at
Find out where the motherfuckin’ cash at
Stay strapped just in case we gotta blast back
Get your ass capped, become a flashback
Ain’t trippin’ where my mask at
Fuck around and you might be the last cat
’Til you disrespect, you’ll get your ass blast and laughed at (What)
Basket case and we’ll add the better statements
Down with the machete in a situation
Paralyzation and devastation
We’ll begin the rise of a Satanic nation
Assassination by realization
Masks like Jason got you shakin’
Realization, a fatal penetration
From the chainsaw in my basement
Then surroundin’ myself with lickin’ splits
Cover up the stench of detached limbs
Nothin’ but that Devil within
As we breathe in flesh fragments
Or even feast on a deceased for at least the time
It takes me to devour maggots
Complete savage beast, the meat must meet my need to feed
Don’t have no patience
Ich trag' die Maske von Jason ich hab' die Kralle von Freddy
Mutterficker Moneymaxx der Oldenburger [??] ready
Denn ich komm' mit der Gang, mit der Klick' meine Fam' meine Jungs dicka Devil Shit
Meine Klinge mit der Posse [?zu blutig] für dich
Wenn ich chille mit dem Devil in der Hölle oder nicht (Boy)
[??] wörter, bin gestörter, meine Mörder, siehst du meine Hörner
Wenn wir kommen [Junge bück' dich] [??] Junge fick dich
Komme aus der Dunkelheit [??] Murder Punker
Zeige mit dem Messer und es endet in 'nem Massaker
Ich schleppe meine Leichen in den Keller sowie [??]
Bullen kommen in 'Helikopter wenn ich an den [cock häng']
Yeah, black man, splat, clocked
Now it’s time to murder ‘em
Nine cents will get you popped
No one seen us and the cops
Ride shotgun with that Devil at the wheel
Murder, kill, blood spilled
Dumpin’ the bodies in the field
Send shots off, pop lead, dot heads
Arms, legs, all sprayed
All caught dead by that A.K
When you see that red beam, better start to panic
Motherfucker, got some men, I got that cannon if you wanna have it
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Aww yeah, y’all don’t want the demons that’s inside of me
Killer E and [?], this ain’t no SuperNIC
Nah, I had to put him up since Killer N done came back
Here to represent his home and rip y’all up another track
With so many legends on this track, it’s hard for me to say they name
It’d take me all day, so I just say thanks to Glock Mane
He hit me up with this Devil Shyt and so I had to find my spot
Deep in the depths of Hell is where I dwell, I mean, it’s really hot
Eight bars, goin’ hard, only got four to go
I’ma use the next one to tell you bad guys in this hoe
That was bar ten, so you know this is the end
But until I see you again, bye-bye my friend
Hardest list to fuckin’ cease
Sicck mask on when they come for me
Mess be come to take over the 666
Sanitation won’t be pretty
Cleansing of your waste (Waste)
I’ll punish you with this pissed face
Any discrepancy, come to the state
Body lay next to me, tucked in yo place
Like breakin’ you down to the mineral
Then want some reefer and now you are spiritual
Nigga, the reason I’m throwin’ a beer at you
Into the trunk, is you bitches say what you want
Possession of the Legion (Legion), now a nigga scheme (Scheme)
Puttin’ you into a Tesseract, demons got at me to pullin’ that trigger back
Missin’ common sense (Sense)
Put down a Buddah sack, you in our back
Get on the fuckin’ flo’
Homie got four the low, this game on the West
Wet two in your trucker hat
Get on the fuckin’ flo’
Homie got four the low, this game on the West
Wet two in your trucker hat
I’m a psychopath on the medicine if you testin’ my intelligence
Make you feel all the adrenaline by choppin’ up yo skeleton
I be the king of the psycho topics, my motherfuckin’ knife, you can never stop it
Leave you with cuts more than microscopic
Yo blood be flowin’ like hydroponics
When I’m killin’ you, bringin’ me mad joy
Using a knife or a fast toy
I’m fuckin’ your wife and her ass moist
We blowin’ up just like an asteroid
Mystical, lyrical criminal
I be castin’ spells through [Cynabal’s?]
Hyopcritical spiritual general, the dark forces be invisible
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Aye yo Glock Mane, what’s good with ya?
Fuck around and get to buckin’ with the hammer
They don’t wanna be the one to get the Anna
Poppin’ ‘em like in no Panda, man up
Motherfucker down with the fire, with the gat
Put the head to the back and I put it back
Put the gat to the cap and I relapse
Feelin’ like “Oh yeah, where the weed at?
Been cappin’ the West, I’m an underground veteran, everyone payin’ attention
Invite you up into my house, get the fingerprint, then put a clip in you quickly
Corleone with the chrome
Motherfucker better get to runnin’ when I hit ‘em with the vengeance
Don’t hate the percentage and victim because of your ligament
Thinkin’ you ready for this shit
Ridin’ shotgun with shotgun, I saw one scum, I shot ‘em
Where the snot run, I’m not one to run from the popped gun
You will get dropped and flopped if you talkin’ to cops, you get got
With the Glock, so then you’ll rot
Bustin’ shots nonstop at you, yo Mom and Pops
You’ll get robbed for pot and your rollie watch
Murdered for guap with the .40 Glock
The block is hot, so I steadily dodge them cops
While they stop to talk at donut shops
I’m cockin’ the Glock and poppin’ off your top
Open your face up like a laptop
As I hover above the world, I’m watching people fail
I’m not part of society, because it is stale
I’d rather live inside a dream than walk sober through Hell
It’s all based on reality in every tale I tell
Well, I’m barely adjusted, not even to myself
My life is like a silent movie with Tubular Bells
And the soundtrack, as I listen to it
I’m doing spells For Whome The Bell Tolls
We walk upon the Earth ‘cause there’s no room in Hell
I am nothing more than a human shell, who am I?
Suicide is humorous, ‘cause what people will do to die
I just wanna do some traveling and let my mind get to unraveling
So I can wind it up tighter than before
As in the times of yore, everything is grey and warm
Like the calm before the storm, as it’s the only way to mourn
The planet of my doing
If you wanna step up to this nine, do it
Reppin’ Pizza Clique for life, stupid
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
[?] stomach, cock it back into your betterment is spillin’ these grits
Then hit the bong with it, then I murder, [?] see you fall boy
Attack it like a Walking Dead, I walk into my living room
I’m dreamin’ I’ve been leavin’ them all murdered on the block
When I deal it boy, stabbed on the block
Harder than dippin’, I follow the trick
Creepin’ in the cemetery, load ‘em up and bang
Someone put the keys in here [?]
[?] open, keep ‘em in my sight
Creepin’ for my flask, then I hang them in the D
Hid them in the night
[?] I’m badder with the trigger wrist, circles to the gutter
Play more than [?] I got a pocket with the light
So [?] clique though
Pocket full of powder, I can never think twice
First, I get ready for a crucifixion, cures my thirst
For the blood of those who oppose the guilty opposition with no hope
It’s the end of your rope, Jesus come here no more
As I make the whole world, sittin’ on top, kingdom come
Yes, your god has just died
Lucifer will not roam while I cross all your skies
As we lay y’all to die, witness the sacrifice
As I proceed with…as I proceed with…
A holy rise, I come in contact with demons from the other side
I reached out to say, in Him, ever since I feel so alive
Enlightment from Lucifer and broke the chains, they have set me free
Was sent from the Under to bring forth Hell and expose some enemies
The Sabbath hath kill, were they lyin’?
Remember, destroyin’ the Holy, omitting the truth
They’re hopin’ the order about to take place in front of your face
Erasin’ your rage with access to bullshit, just rotten disgrace
Was takin’ forever to wait, presumin’ assumptions of fate
Ultra Disciples been sent up and gather up in these matters
We participate, took the love, only waste your life is gon’ pass today
666 is my inspired and this’ll will bring pain (This’ll bring pain)
Takin’ them churches down, breakin’ their laws
We are the kings of the Underground
Bumpin’ that sound that’s buried down
Under these scriptures are pictures of Holy clouds
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Visions of demons dancin’ in my head
They singin’, swingin’ from my dreads
They’ve been tellin’ me they want you dead
I’m a ragin’ maniac on meds
Put this Smith & Wesson to your head
See the fear in your eyes, so I know you scared
Have you layin’ on the ground in a pool of red
Fuck shootin’, gonna kill you with my hands instead
Like ISIS bitch, a midlife crisis
Kung Fu fightin’, jabbin’ like Tyson
Stabbin’ and slicin’, choppin’ and dicin’
Rippin’ yo nuts off with these vice grips
Use yo license for a toetag
Cut guts and nuts that you niggas never had
I’ma send ‘em to yo Mamma in a ZipLoc bag
Die now, [Lady Junn?] with my Jason Mask
Already know that I messed up, got you slippin’ in my habitat
Pastin’ your brains all over the back to your candy-coated Cadillac
Carefully fuck your zipcode and been tossin’ your corpse in an alleyway
Broken Halo Entertainment painted on your whips with brains
Cockin’ it back and aimin’, takin’ out all of my enemies
Scratchin’ ‘em off my hitlist, Redrum is my only specialty
Satanic and evil deeds with a ritualistic type of killin’
Murder them bitches and mutilate bodies
Inverted our crosses, the blood is drippin’
[?] coco luna
On my face is a Jason mask.40 Glock in my hand, bitch, I'ma blastI'm poppin' and droppin' these silly-ass niggasMan, fuck your future, you're now the pastMurder to me is just like a graphKillin' you hoes, an easy talkSome of my foes are under the grassThe other half are floatin' like raftsDown in the river, don't fuck with me niggaF.Y.I. I'm a natural born killerI'm shootin' on site and takin' you
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Kill or be killed, motherfuckers, that’s how I live
I’m first to get revenge, the only gift that I give
See, I’ve been fed up, crossed out, eighty-six and tossed out
Now I’m psychopathic, schitzophrenic and autistic, in a minute
Welcome to my fuckin’ world
Fuckin’ right, I fucked your girl
Hurlin’ in the parkin’ lot, killin’ cops for parkin’ spots
Rock off in my joggin’ pants
Drop it off, I’m robbin’ fans
Stealin’ but just ‘stead I might creep outside yo house at night
Armageddon, scorchin’ flames
Terrorize and torture lames
Blogger hype and Twitter clicks
Suck the skin from off my dick
Merk you with a word or two
I don’t fuck with two-thirds of you
You’ve been underground since ’92
And never have I heard of you
Confrontation, laceration, murders’ with pre-meditation
Prove a bloody demonstration, dedicate my name to Satan
Bein’ a wad, I choke your throat from the back seat
Strapped with the Jason Mask, master of these back streets
Confrontation, laceration, murders’ with pre-meditation
Prove a bloody demonstration, dedicate my name to Satan
Bein’ a wad, I choke your throat from the back seat
Strapped with the Jason Mask, master of these back streets
Crucified
Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask, like Jason Mask
Like Jason Mask, I never get my .40 Glock to my fuckin'
Freitag der dreizehnte ich trage die Jason Maske
Und schnappe mir meine Machete mit der ich Menschen schlachte
Habe mir geschworen das sie leiden also werden sie das auch
Meine Klinge versinkt in dem Leibe seine Gedärme fliegen raus
Das Camp, in dem sie schuldig geworden sind wird zu dem Schlachtplatz
Metzel einfach das Punk was sich hier niedergelassen hat, ab
Jeder verdammte Basstard der den Wald betritt
Wird von mir als verfolgt und kriegt das Messer durch seinen Hals geschlitzt
Dreizehn die zahl des Todes passt perfekt zu meinem Werk
Einmal ausgeholt und meine Axt versinkt in deinem Herz
Deine Olle schreit, bevor es sie genauso trifft
Im Blutrausch hab ich sie mit meinen bloßen Händen aufgerissen
Drauf geschissen hab, und wie viele Bullen mich schon suchen
Sie können alle gerne kommen, kriegen auch ein Stück vom Kuchen
Der Mörder mit der Jason Maske ermordet sie genauso wie die Huren
Scheiß egal was sie versuchen, am Ende werden sie alle nur verbluten
I smell yo fear drippin’ down
Like some blood off on your leg
Got my bread, fuck the FED’s