X-Is Coming

歌詞

Kid One two, X is comin' for you Three four, you better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late DMX One two, X is comin' for you Three four, you better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late Who's afraid of the dark, responsible for the murders in the park When I bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark And I seen the part, of your head, which used to be your face Be replaced by nothin', for bluffin', what a waste Niggaz wanna see me taste, my own medicine, picture that Get on some old, second grade shit, I'ma get you back Retaliate, 'cause I'd hate for you to think I took a loss When all I did was shook it off, yeah you heard me, shook it off Man if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you But then we in the streets, niggaz should have been stuck you Plucked you, like a chicken, wit' your head cutoff They'll find you wit' your back open, and your legs cutoff And as for your man, don't you ever in your mutherfuckin' life Knowin' I got a gun, come at me wit' a knife, a'ight Just forgettin' you ever saw me, is the best thing to do Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late (Yes) One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late You got yourself in a predicament, that you can't get out of You already in some shit, but it's about to get hotter Fuckin' wit' a, nigga like you, runnin' your mouth Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth But won't be like the last time when you, run in the house 'Cause I ain't knockin' on the door, I'm comin' in the house And I'm gunnin' for your spouse, tryna send the bitch, back to her maker And if you got a daughter, older then 15, I'ma rape her Take her, on the living room floor, right there in front of you Then ask you seriously, what you wanna do Frustratin' isn't it, wanna kill me, but I'ma kill you Now watch me fuck just a lil' while longer, please, will you This is revenge, know that before you die And despite how much I, hate to see a grown man cry I'ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker Click, boom-boom, see your ass in hell One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late (Yes) One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows And I'm hittin' 'em wit' shit, that they can't all swallow I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein' tomorrow I will borrow, a gun, then run, till I catch you Let you slip up, just once, and I'ma wet you Stretch you out, like a limousine 'Cause where I catch you is where I catch you, that's what killin' means Fuck whoever's standin' there, when you get what you got comin' 'Cause once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin' Niggaz started somethin', but they chose not to finish it So I'ma wrap it up, for real dog, 'cause I'ma win this shit Fuck it yo, let's end this shit, I don't need the plaques And I ain't a DJ nigga, so I don't need the wax Gimme slugs for my gats, gimme hoods for my rats Gimme wood for my bats, then meet me, where the fuck I'm at (For real) One two, X is comin' for you Three four, you better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late (Yes) Chorus fades to kids voices One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late One two, X is comin' for you Three four, better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late One two, X is comin' for you Three four, you better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late One two, X is comin' for you Three four, you better lock your door Five six, get your crucifix Seven eight, don't stay up late (Echoed and faded to end) Late, late, late