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jason mask posse - glockmane lyrics

[intro: glock mane & z*dogg]
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 motherf*ckin’ ass
now we gon’ start this sh*t off like this

[verse 1: lil ramsey]
the f*ck goin’ on? still havin’ nightmares and visions
still wakin’ up shakin’, soaked in blood from my k!llings
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 b*tch flesh from her body, enjoy
you see as she layin’ skinned, muscle, tissue and bone
still twitchin’ like she itchin’ off them [methies?] and stone
see, i told ’em [?] 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’, [ten lost days?]
and yes, it sound strange like bl**dy 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, b*tch, and she done
[verse 2: ???]
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, f*ck a flake

[verse 3: $woop]
i keep a nine millimeter shooter, the ruger to do ya, boom
brains all over the room, i welcome you to the bl**dy tomb
eww, the legion of doom, that defeat the f*cked 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 k!llin’ god with a single shot tonight
i rep that godless planet, the k!ller done lost himself for real
i pull the jason mask down and grab my f*ckin’ steel

[verse 4: c*9]
glock mane and c*9 creepin’ on you n*ggas with devil shyt
broken halo entertainment, anything else is irrelevant
shut the f*ck up, you embarrassing
you impressin’ some lyrical felonists
make a n*gga drop when the glock go pop*pop
spray the motherf*cker 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 motherf*cker 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 c*ck it rapidly
drug fiend, murderer, two*faces of demonic blasphemy
a.k. sh*lls, we’ll quickly spit that
mossberg pump got a h*ll 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 n*ggas 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 motherf*cker, sit atop her tits
i gotta mention my thoughts are worth more than some witness
drag a motherf*cker to the cemetery
then i bury n*ggas, when i look at your casket, i blast
c*9 is a true luciferior lyricist
screamin’ at you rappers with a bl**dy ski mask
[verse 5: ???]
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

[verse 6: z*dogg]
mask on my face, you can’t tell me sh*t
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 h*ll’s that’s gon’ f*ck you all
f*ck 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)

[verse 7: hollow poynt]
monsters movin’ like ain’t n0body 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 overk!ll
f*ggots 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 d*mn released the beast
then sliced my wrist in peace or p*ss whichever teacup
the lesson of demon feats, scenes of all destruction
instruction for mass k!llin’, we end it with no discussion
[verse 8: rain666?]
angel motherf*ckin’ k!llin’, fill it with yo blood, i feel it
[?]
done gone insane, i got these b*tches in my end
i leave the angels dead

[verse 9: ???]
666 is in this but i’ll k!ll 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 he*rs*s
i’m a witch castin’ curses, go ahead, make a wish
god, he is a evil vic, end up in a f*ckin’ ditch
now you ain’t sayin’ sh*t

[verse 10: ???]
[?] 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 k!llin’ 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 motherf*ckin’ madman on the f*ckin’ loose
finna give your mom a visit when i shoot her up with my tool

[verse 11: j*battle]
j*battle will wreck you hoes
guns point at the temple, i’ve got the confliction, no problem
poppin’ the clip in my .357, n0body can f*ck 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 b*tches be gettin’ me p*ssed
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 f*ck 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 k!llin’ 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 f*ckin’ with none of your gang

[verse 12: ???]
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
h*ll on the block, pop the glock, i murdered the rifle

[verse 13: ???]
like a broken mind, sick of the boy off the chain
i’m rockin’ with my n*gga, call ‘em glock mane
i got r*t*rded 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 p*ssy, rappers can’t f*ck 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

[verse 14: seer da reaper]
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 h*ll, like a zombie
and i motherf*ckin’ knifed his ass so quick but he almost got me
this glock mane posse, so i gotta k!ll the flow right now
bow down on the mic, k!ller flow, overdose
blowin’ dope and the yay, you’ll see

[verse 15: mista sawed off]
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 n0body playin’ with you motherf*ckers
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 h*ll ‘cause i’m leadin’ the blind
f*ck these haters and these fakers, it’s about d*mn time

[verse 16: ???]
i’m with the glock mane, we won’t stop
catch you down on yo block (hey, what’s up twin?)
say h*llo 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 n*ggas tryna shoot you, tryna take over your dough spot
get a n*gga dome shots, put ‘em in a ditch
and her b*tch, she suck a n*gga d*ck 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)

[verse 17: kenny smith]
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

[verse 18: menace?]
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 sh*t original happy rappers fictional, i smoke you like medicinal f*ck what your rhymes say, duck when my nine spray bodies get dumped, run amuck, it’s a crime wave merkin’ these b*tches, i dump ’em ditches too big for they britches, i treat ’em like daddy and feed on the stitches, i’m jumping the fences and crossin’ the border to gather my senses

[verse 19: lil weez]
k!llin’ them hoes like jason, my reputation * not givin’ a f*ck
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
k!llin’ 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’
f*ck around with me, you gonna pray to religion

[verse 20: infamuz blayze]
jason mask with ‘em, my n*gga be hidin’
let’s open your eyes, b*tch, i’m leavin’ you blinded
and torturin’ methods, you’re fatally wounded
and mentally f*cked, 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 k!llin’ inside
this the wicked sick and [?] from motherf*cker [?] later in time i’m one of them n*ggas that’s rich in my prime
try to make money, whatever [?] crime
f*ck it, n*gga i’m smokin’ the f*ckin’ chicken
i pluck it, i smoke you out like [?]
pre*fire ghost scared of [?] don’t catch a surprise

[verse 21: ???]
(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

[verse 22: spliff]
jason mask up on my face as i ride round them streets of the a*town who gonna be my victim? take ’em off to that devil’s playground (kaotic klique) took this blade out ‘fore you make me angry now the danger klique, usa victory (kaotic klique) but i still empty the chamber remember me? hennessy shots got me twisted plus, this k!ller weed now i feel lost, where these b*tches at? (kaotic klique) run up, i say f*ck ’em, dump ’em in the river, i don’t love ’em (kaotic klique) never trust ’em, head bustin’ if you see us, start to runnin’

[verse 23: kaoz]
i wanna see bl**dy red, better start [?] and i only hear voices and the sucker descend because i’m a fortress, like i cannot take it any longer more strain, breaking point (kaotic klique) bored out my mask and i watch angels cry as i’m smoking with the devil in the pale moonlight (kaotic klique) blanked out and i woke up in pom*poms and rolled up right under the woods and watching lights and they’re flashing the blood on my clothes but i don’t remember what happened (remember what happened, kaotic klique) read a post at the fortress with the broken halo blazin’ torches (kaotic clique) yes, life’s important, but the reaper said there are no choices (are no choices)

[verse 24: k*fix]
i’m hearin’ these voices (k!ll, k!ll)
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 b*tches 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, b*tch i’m a villain
i’m venomous and i’m sicker than n*gga bent
with the sh*t livin’ in the midst of the k!llers 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
n*gga, come meet the devil just ‘cause i don’t give a f*ck

[verse 25: lil jack]
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 bas*m*nt
faceless, face it, tie your bl**dy 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 motherf*ckin’ brains out

[verse 26: malakai]
steadily rippin’ and microphone flippin’
and murderous musical, massacre witnessin’
malakia b*tch, i be poppin’ the clip with not givin’ a f*ck
about haters and b*tches with bodies
and drops only with them shotties
they throw their 6’s in the sky, just like illuminati’s
i call my n*gga glock mane
and ask him where the stash at
find out where the motherf*ckin’ 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
f*ck around and you might be the last cat
’til you disrespect, you’ll get your ass blast and laughed at (what)

[verse 27: ???]
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 bas*m*nt
then surroundin’ myself with l!ckin’ 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

[verse 28: moneymaxxx (deutsche: 15:32 * 16:00)]
[???]

[verse 29: prophet]
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, k!ll, 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
motherf*cker, got some men, i got that cannon if you wanna have it

[verse 30: ???]
aww yeah, y’all don’t want the demons that’s inside of me
k!ller e and [?], this ain’t no supernic
nah, i had to put him up since k!ller 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 h*ll 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

[verse 31: ???]
hardest list to f*ckin’ 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 p*ssed 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
n*gga, the reason i’m throwin’ a beer at you
into the trunk, is you b*tches say what you want
possession of the legion (legion), now a n*gga 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 f*ckin’ flo’
homie got four the low, this game on the west
wet two in your trucker hat
get on the f*ckin’ flo’
homie got four the low, this game on the west
wet two in your trucker hat

[verse 32: ???]
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 motherf*ckin’ knife, you can never stop it
leave you with cuts more than microscopic
yo blood be flowin’ like hydroponics
when i’m k!llin’ you, bringin’ me mad joy
using a knife or a fast toy
i’m f*ckin’ 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

[verse 33: smoke corleone]
aye yo glock mane, what’s good with ya?
f*ck 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
motherf*cker 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
motherf*cker 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 sh*t

[verse 34: crux]
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 c*ckin’ the glock and poppin’ off your top
open your face up like a laptop

[verse 35: dylan ross]
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 h*ll
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 h*ll
i am nothing more than a human sh*ll, 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

[verse 36: pete g]
[?] stomach, c*ck 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

[verse 37: krucial mane]
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 h*ll and expose some enemies
the sabbath hath k!ll, 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 bullsh*t, just rotten disgrace
was takin’ forever to wait, presumin’ assumptions of fate
ultra disciples been sent up and gather up in these matters
we partic*p*te, 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

[verse 38: sonn je sunn]
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
f*ck shootin’, gonna k!ll you with my hands instead
like isis b*tch, 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 n*ggas never had
i’ma send ‘em to yo mamma in a ziploc bag
die now, [lady junn?] with my jason mask

[verse 39: young blunted]
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 f*ck your zipcode and been tossin’ your corpse in an alleyway
broken halo entertainment painted on your whips with brains
c*ckin’ 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 k!llin’
murder them b*tches and mutilate bodies
inverted our crosses, the blood is drippin’

[verse 40: el inquisidor (español: 23:33 * 24:00)]
[?] coco luna
[???]

[verse 41: da menace]
on my face is a jason mask .40 glock in my hand, b*tch, i’ma blast i’m poppin’ and droppin’ these silly*ass n*ggas man, f*ck your future, you’re now the past murder to me is just like a graph k!llin’ you hoes, an easy talk some of my foes are under the grass the other half are floatin’ like rafts down in the river, don’t f*ck with me n*gga f.y.i. i’m a natural born k!ller i’m shootin’ on site and takin’ your life and now yo ass is chillin’ with christ better watch what you say and mind yo manners i don’t think you want no anna keep on poppin’ off at the mouth and you’ll be on the news channel

[verse 42: ???]
k!ll or be k!lled, motherf*ckers, 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 f*ckin’ world
f*ckin’ right, i f*cked your girl
hurlin’ in the parkin’ lot, k!llin’ 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 cl!cks
suck the skin from off my d*ck
merk you with a word or two
i don’t f*ck 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 bl**dy 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 bl**dy 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

[verse 43: crucified]
[?]
crucified

[verse 44: symen haze (deutsche: 26:39 * 27:32)]
[???]

[verse 45: jo kane]
i smell yo fear drippin’ down
like some blood off on your leg
got my bread, f*ck the fed’s
hope you heard just what i said
underground what i claim
know my name, b*tch, i’m jo kane
gangster sh*t, what i spit
n*ggas cannot f*ck with this
t.m.d. where i’m from
best not bring yo ass round here
less than, you gon’ pack a weapon
smith & wesson blow you clear, off this map
off this earth, out this f*ckin’ universe
family plan your funeral, i’ll watch you ride off in that he*rs*

[verse 46: ???]
comin’ straight through with the jason mask
i stay strapped with the little clip in the gat
bullet shoot you in your cranium, man, that’s a fact
blood all over yo fitted cap
‘cause i stay murderin’ in a way that’s so evil
by torturin’ people, k!ll dudes by the streetfull
i [?] disappearance
becomes an occurrance, it will be discreetful
come to stay with the [?] like jason
already sawed up my victim until he’s been shaven (finish him)
bet your life’s not the only thing that i’m takin’ (your soul is mine)
and once you hear that, you immediately start shakin’ (fatality)
so drop down to your knees and prepare to meet satan

[verse 47: abyss]
got the mask on my face and i’m runnin’ through the night
if you steppin’ in my way, you’ll be runnin’ for your life
satan been tellin’ me, better come for the mind
so i hope you came prepared with a gun or a knife
‘bout to be takin’ over the planet, and my property is honesty
there ain’t no rapper alive that’s hot as me
i gotta be doin’ some damage the way i demolish beats
and all of these nights brazzy, i’m rabid, ain’t no stoppin’ me
i gotta be k!llin’ ‘em all, ‘cause it’s my plan
i am runnin’ up in your house every night and
i can k!ll you one*hundred’s of ways and my hands
try and escape and i’ll get the gun from the nightstand
all y’all gonna hear me screamin’ and it pop off
sawed*off, i’m sorry, you like a lost dog
on top of the bud, i’ll be spillin’ it non*stop
aww nah, i’ma be givin’ you b*tches lockjaw

[verse 48: freakshow]
slicing skin and taking lives, k!ll with old and rusty knives
take your skin to make a coat
brand it so i know it’s mine
wear it to your funeral, high on pills and adderall
wait for someone to speak up so i can f*ckin’ k!ll ‘em all
pull the f*ckin’ hatchets out and make sure i don’t miss a swing
cuttin’ heads left and right, every cut i know is clean
you know why i do this wicked sh*t, so don’t f*ckin’ ask
see, my evil smile when i pull off this jason mask

[verse 49: sinna row]
in a minute, sinna sinnin’ when he get finished
whether it’s the realest, i k!ll this beat (dah!)
.40 takin’ off your side, ride
f*ck it, my two guns collide
divide any problem, poppin’ with the nine
you little b*tch, i look possessed
not the one to test, put you on the deck
smoke comin’ from the barrel of the tec
you get shot up on your set, get your dome checked
whole chest wrecked
n*gga pop up and my vision gets select
’til they grew up in the gutter with no b*tch smokin’ [?]
them motherf*ckers call me children of corn
[?]
i go demon*mode on n*ggas, you don’t wanna see the devil runnin’ with a shovel
take it to a different f*ckin’ level
i’m flippin’ on motherf*ckers like jason in a fight
cut ‘em with machetes, two bodies in the trunk of the chevy

[verse 50: chuckklez]
it’s time for another k!lling spree and i’m rocking with the jason mask all excited like a psychopath and thinking about who’s f*cking next i’m hunting down you b*tches by breaking through doors and slaughter y’all fatally without showing mercy whatsoever ’cause evil sh*t is my destiny even these voices keep on screaming at me to prove to you n*ggas that i don’t play (nope) as i shove this blade right through your throat then cut out the vocals, so the blood’s gonna spray so sickly deranged, i’m f*ckin’ insane, not giving two sh*ts what you christian’s say the demons got my back, we’re about to dismember you up like a butchered steak (yeah)

[verse 51: sleepy]
hockey mask on my face with the devil shyt within my veins
broken halo entertainment and demon side on this mane
tempting, so murderous
take it a step too far within the missing page of my life journey
there was a devil within my brain
i hear the spirits playin’ with my mind at night
by the time that mister ouija ruled my future
like i’m not here for the ending of my life
haunted k!llers creep, fled the murder scene from the police
machete in hand, murderin’ these suckers and all of their homies

[verse 52: ???]
grabbin’ my [?] and i’m ready to bring the havoc on [?]
see through the mist of collusion
ready for blood and cuts and disdain
better be ready for the evil that i’m bringin’ up in this b*tch
[?] dumpin’ your carcass with the rest of the bodies in the ditch
if i met your expectation, i expect you to [?]
ain’t no time for reprievin’, so slice up my blade and now you’re leakin’
no fightin’ a secret assassin, so i vanish like houdini
in the snow, dressed in all black
without the force of this powerful choke

[verse 53: ???]
might see me creepin’ with a mask if i got alert
ain’t gotta worry about you snitches ‘cause you will get merked
my flow i spit be guillotine ‘cause i’m choppin’ heads
suckers wanna see me suffer, haters want me dead
my flow ain’t what you wanna hear, now you wanna diss
that’s okay, i’m worldwide, you stay local b*tch
couple lame motherf*ckers fightin’ over hoes
y’all haters don’t ever be havin’ no money, ‘cause y’all be purpin’ hoe

[verse 54: chapa blasfemo(español: 31:59 * 32:26)]
[???]

[verse 55: d*spillz]
(mask up, d*spillz)
first i go and get me a machete
and i sever, leave you better ’til you’re leakin’ out spaghetti
gotta catch up with the fetti
they ain’t ready when they tell me
when they owe somebody, help me
‘cause i’m dealin’ with the devil in my milli with the melody
f*ck a veteran, i’d rather be ahead of every step of you
to clap ‘em with the felony, so try and die
you can wet me up in kerosene and light me in a fire and i’ll survive
i’m a chopper set, hollow tip, .40 glock poppin’ sh*t
n*gga call the cop and squeal and tell ‘em what the monster did
i’ma knock your wig off and keep it choppin’, b*tch
i’m the one when i get p*ssed
if i get mad, then you’re [?] quick
with a stab and a slash and a shot to l!ck
with a mask and a gat, see the polished d*ck
i’d rather act on my rap because i’m legit

[verse 56: wolff]
grip a machete, i’m aiming to swing it on motherf*ckers till they puddles of meat chopping off heads in a f*ckin’ hockey mask splatterin’ f*ggots all over the street the mark of the beast, get stabbed to the beat disappearing off into the night, i retreat run amok through your whole team bl**dy murder with no leads motherf*ck the police, i have ’em hangin’ from trees all witnesses, they go missing before they beg and they plead my yard ornaments are organ slabs of meat from the deceased with a sight of b*tches layin’ broken, beaten, slain and defeat (b*tch)

[verse 57: ???]
jason mask on my face, machete in my right hand
creepin’ up out the cut, .45 up in my waistband
chillin’ with the witches, we hang out in salem
covered in the creatures blood, we bask and we bathe in
mark of the beast, when i reap, i claim your soul, it’s mine to keep
masked up when i creep, i’m a blood*suckin’ freak
i leave you b*tch boys leakin’, you won’t make it through the weekend
me and my heathens always creepin’, you can hear the floorboards creekin’

[verse 58: swivvel dirty]
my h*rns grew through, so it broke my halo
noose around my neck, catch me hangin’ in the gallows
lucifer cut me down and set me free
jason mask posse, goin’ on a f*ckin’ k!llin’ spree
sittin’ in the middle of the sigil, black pentagram
snortin’ grams while i’m drinkin’ blood straight from the lamb
devil shyt is all i do, devil shyt is all i flow
swivvel dirty the devil’s b*st*rd, reppin’ broken halo

[verse 59: ???]
(yeah, [?])
runnin’ amok, not givin’ a f*ck
hit ‘em one time and i’m ‘bout to get bucked
[?]
face of a criminal, k!ller within a flow
i’m makin’ my [?] know that i’m comin’ for
i’ll make ‘em dance in a line, i’m a [?] flow
make yourself blushin’ with [?] and i take it slow, bustin’
but i’ma stay heated and freezin’ my feet up with beats
[?]
pick it back up if they wanna compete
f*ckin’ around and this time i bring kinfolk
murder the rhyme and forgot that i’m in it though
never fake hits, hit ‘em up and start gettin’ dough
[?] motherf*cker, know now if you didn’t know

[verse 60: ???]
i hope that most of these brothers that’s packin’ the gat
yeah, they carryin’ a clip
‘cause if they slippin’, i’m flippin’ and trippin’
and catchin’ a nice tight grip up on my gat
commence to convincin’ ‘em that the skull will never fade
not a fad, see they had, the only choices that the others made
caution before you step in there with yo weapon, toward the skull
i let it be known when you cross my zone, what type of tone you hold up
a .22, a .38, a .44, an uzi
as long as you got protection mane, you shouldn’t be too choosy
i guess you figure a n*gga like me ain’t that one pullin’ the trigger
never ever back in the lac, concuss your tone’s, the little [?]
what’s the sense of runnin’ if you scr*ppin’ and packin’ yo gat
if you turnin’ around, you bound to get shot down in yo back…
if you turnin’ around, you bound to get shot down in yo back

[verse 61: ???]
once i start flowin’, it’s so hard to stop it
i’m pullin’ that .40 glock out of my pocket
and ever i thought you were anna, ‘bout to drop it
because i’ve been patiently waitin’ to c*ck it
thought you knew [kid dusty?] was full of narcotics
he finna be bleedin’, the axe of our audits
this sh*t is so toxic when i get the glock and pop it
[?]’ll never take a hostage
ask me what’s left, nothin’ you could repair
death and a new nightmare
friendship’s broken, shattered into pieces
no forces of life there
i*i*i*i don’t belong here with anybody that would do me wrong
then when i die, never wanna return
i’d rather burn like a viking than to have it all gone

[verse 62: spookmane]
b*tch better back the f*ck back ‘fore i blow up in your f*ckin’ face
keep shakin’ the dyslexic tonic place
get out of my way and you gettin’ erased
spookmane, ain’t no stoppin’ him
’til my head lose oxygen
clear a path, bl**dy path
i’m reapin’ [?] and your collagen
creepin’ in, out the darkness of the cut, no warnin’ shots
you’ve been shot, strangled upon of the porch
and you dangle like it’s the plot
i got so many shorts, i do this sh*t for sport
watch the sword go back and forth
rippin’ out your vocal chords
you submit, they can’t ignore
through my land of evil obstacles
don’t worry, just explore
want to rip up all your follacles
a basket case what i’m labeled, though i’m seldom seen
not apologetic for my actions, i was born obscene

[verse 63: ???]
blood and guts and plastic bags, break my foot off in yo ass
right before i drag ya to the river and get rid of yo ass
blood and guts and plastic bags, break my foot off in yo ass
right before i drag ya to the river and get rid of yo ass
you don’t wanna talk about the murder master, [mister reeker?]
soon as i slip on that jason mask, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
it’s about to be another murder in the first degree
you don’t wanna talk about the murder master, [mister reeker?]
soon as i slip on that jason mask, it ain’t no stoppin’ me
it’s gon’ be another murder, murder in the first degree
pullin’ up and hoppin’ out, surrounded by my a.p.b
gon’ be a murder, murder

[verse 64: ???]
jason mask before any chump that think he can run it
like a c*nt, i can guns if you really wanna play with one
watch me blow yo ass away to the grave without any trace
i’m crazy as it gets, i don’t need no bulletproof vest
‘cause somebody we all have to leave the nest, best that i am the best
at putting bodies to rest without a soul ever knowing
b*tch is moaning when i’m f*cking her p*ssy with the knife
wake up next to her dead without a head, laying in a bl**dy bed

[verse 65: (deutsche: 38:40 * 39:33)]
(jason!)
wicked sh*t, spitter ich
wier [feinem?] k!lling spree
[?]
willie d, that king is p
ghetto boy and [?]
[?]

[verse 66: mykie kara g’z (français: 39:33 * 40:00)]
[???]

[verse 67: razakel]
(razakel) i got my jason mask, i’m finna make a mess excessive obsessive bloodstains up on my dress caressing dead bodies is my favorite hobby plotting, watching, stalking at your front door i’m knocking no answer? time to sneak in through your window smother you with the pillow, make it look so simple no pistol, just a machete to your neck no k!lling me, no stopping me like a disease i spread

[verse 68: dosia demon]
dosia demon, jason mask, evil spirits never die f*ck your animosity, devil shyt is your demise just like paul and infamous you should come with me to h*ll i’m the evil, mystical one, you are still under my spell never should you f*ck with me, murder in the first degree devil shyt k*i*n*g, man, you just a wannabe dwellin’ deep down in my dungeon where you cannot hide from the pain suffering from brutal torture, now you will die, i will remain

[verse 69: ???]
wherever i go, so does my .40 glock gat in my lap, sure to make your heartbeat stop
life is too short, i’ll cut yours even shorter
body on the ground, someone call reporter
murder case sh*t, i’ma hit the border
powder up my nose, call me a snorter
need them drugs, i’m an extorter
don’t hit me up, no less than a quarter

[verse 70: phrozt]
phrozt and you know i bring the wrath pullin’ up in a jason mask death is what you’re facin’, blast now my heartbeat’s racin’ fast blood red sky, who must die? getting ready for the sacrifice bloodshot eyes, in disguise see your throat, then i grab and slice there’s been somethin’ in my brain that cl!cks movin’ so fast it’s rainin’ clips aimin’ my heat at the face of a snitch pull the trigger, he ain’t sayin’ sh*t this weed i’m smokin’ is so savage flames from h*ll, don’t need no matches 666 and i am blasted take you to your f*ckin’ casket

[verse 71: ???]
comin’ from the crystal lake, yes, i wear the jason mask
got the machete and i’m ready
demon with a mask so deadly
comin’ from the dark abyss
slice both hands, front wrists, you cannot f*ck with this
no gun in the f*ckin’ mist (uh)
easy anna, unforgiven
livin’ how i’m f*ckin’ livin’ (free)
armed with the f*ckin’ sickle (sick, sick, sick)
and i know the devil’s crazy as i grip my .40 glock
revenge from the past as i blast on yo ass

[verse 72: ???]
no alibi, don’t let sh*t fly
these bullets fly, toes in the sky
swear someone gon’ make me snap, that n*gga gon’ die
ain’t average behind the trigger, say your goodbyes
jason mask, i’m strapped with tasks
gps to find they ass
when i catch up with ya, it’s that .40 ‘bout to catch a buzz
i’m a menace to the public, all about the cash
it’s another robbery and i want the stash
enemies get paid in misery, i catch a felony
murder gang became a friend of me, the streets, they humbled me
robberies, aggressive force could cause a bl**dy scenery
you can see it in my look and they say he look mean to me
load up [?] they send you some place that’s not heaven
enemies, they try get close to me but they just won’t confess it
fire burns through flesh and when i speak, your heart stop beatin’
bet this .40 make you shut the f*ck up
mind your manners then respect it

[chorus]
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 f*ckin’
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 f*ckin’

- glockmane lyrics

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