Scared

Better grab yo' CD

'Fore the shit really gets deep

Watch a nigga on the creep

In the backseat

Thinkin' bout a friends on the knees

Goin' down that one street

Man, I'm out to get 'cha

Better feel me, blood, I'll get wit' cha

'Cause read the scripture

On the coffin

Not takin' no losses

Check, comin' back

With a stack wrapped

Look at the stack

All my Gs

These...

Suckas wanna play

Or lift away

But I'm bringin' em to they knees

Come and get these...

Mothafuckin' nuts

Gotta get the fuck on up

So don't even trip, I'll bury yo' ass too muthafuckin' quick, bitch

Back in the mode

Hit the road

If you can't hang

Fuck around, and get ya shit twiztid, leave you dead up in the Mustang

Lane to lane, gotta watch me drivin'

All across the island

Just look behind ya

On the ceiling of your Pathfinder

So ya better think twice

Or I'm all across like 60 mice

Runnin' wild like I'm outta mind

Innertwined...

With the fact, I'm outta town

But fuck y'all bitches

I'll haunt ya without the loss of any breath

Hope to God you muthafuckas learn, hope to God we'll scare ya to death

(People laughing)

(Jamie Madrox)

Die from the skin have the devil's chance

To breath

Hold ya hands to breathe

Terminal like disease

With amphetamines

Goosebumps from a cold breeze

Foamin' at the mouth like I got rabies

Scabies

Maybe... it's 'cause I'm just a creep

Slippin' through your dream at night when you're when you're fast asleep

Shoulda get at me cuz I'm a freak

Don't peep

Quick to hung your ass with a bare sheet

Dangle boo, I'm scarin' em', bodies filled with fright

Vocal cords jumpin' out in the street light

Just might play today be nice

Crunch a mothafuckin' bottle over my head in a streetfight

I'm feelin' alright

Dynomite!

Outta sight

Like Jimmy Walker

Cut a mothafuckin' head off but it on a cake just like Betty Crocker

Night stalker

Anti-shittalker

Inventor of the vibe

Come and take a look at my mind

You will see shit don't work properly on inside

Outside is another whole story together

Got six bullet holes in the front of my sweater

No matter the weather

Some feel better

Any days make a nigga feel a little better

Never...

Feel bad with the good inside

Gotta scuffle with your knife to your head in the cowhide

Creepin' outside

Like a nigga insane

Tappin' bloody fingers on the windowpane

Leave em' out to play

Suckas say no way

Better come back on another day

Lock your windows and your doors but be prepared

For a brother to stop and ask you, is you scared?