The Mask

Off I go, to get a mask for my fuckin' face

The thirty first fills my heart with joy and pain

Walk to the custom store to get a mask that fits

Ain't this a bitch, it's closed, so I start to panic, shit

Look in the glass, Thats the mask I had a dream about

A face of a man called the R.O.C. from the House Of Krazees

A rap group, he's a fucking loser

A psycho murdera

Myth has it that he's still alive

I break the glass an alarm sounds, I'm quick to pick

Up a fucking mask, I'm jettin' before they catch me with it

The stolen goods, I had to have it, understand

Walk around with a fucking mad man upon your face

A damn shame, he holds so much power

As you can see, I wanna be him

So I can really see what he sees

I ducked into an ally quick as I can

I shook the law with the long arm

Lucky that I'm fast enough

What the fuck, who can I trust

I can't go see the crew

So I go to my woman's house

It's a round two

All black hockey mask, so I can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast

With all black hockey mask, so I can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast

With the mask

I need a mask, I need a mask, quick

Fog's gettin' thick, ain't no time to bullshit

Here we go, on the day after hallow's eve

Memory lapses, fallin' to my knees

No chance to think a thought

About who I wanna be

Leavin' it to Bones or R.O.C.

Creep down the street, feedin' for a disguise

But still I know who I am in the devil's eyes

Rise all the souls from the chosen few

I spot a mask on the grave, what should I do

So what, I'm dead

Tricked by the man, why did he cheat me

What was his name, oh yeah, Unkle Kreepy

Hektic's the name of my mask, killin' reality

Blamein' the night that's upon, takin' my sanity

Six feet, a dirty hole, it's a restin' spot

Nobody gets the mask that I got

Takin' it off, it won't come off straight, wait

I think I got it, too late

All black hockey mask, so I can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast

With all black hockey mask, so I can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast

With the mask

Stepped inside the store to find the mask

On the night in question, carefully steppin'

Down the isle ways, pickin' up the pace

I need a new mask to cover my fuckin' face

Got the gloves on my hands, I don't leave no prints

Gettin' the fifth degree from this elderly bitch

Quickly pointed to the mask on the wall

It was a mysterious face of a skull

she said that it was the last of it's kind

And maybe I should try it on for size

Slipped it on over my head and closed my eyes

Started to bleed to my imense surprise

Something happened, it melted to my skin

As if I had commited some type of great sin

Screamin' in pain, I ran and hit the streets

On more night before we got out on trick or treat

Gimmie that all black hockey mask, so I can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' from a shotgun blast

With all black hockey mask, so we can mash

Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast

With the