Twiztid - Scare lyrics

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 6-D might
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

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 maybeit'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 'cause 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
The keep 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?