Midnight Marauder

Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
 Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
 Top down up in the Chevy, let me teach you how to whip the grain
 Inside peanut butter, outside with the candy frame
 Swerving corners in this jet
 I'm on a quest to touch a hundred more before I lay myself to rest
 Hand on the Glock, I turn the beam on, a savage on the fuckin' run
 The Unabomber wreakin' havoc, singin' sad songs
 Redrum, murder engraved inside of my mind
 Pull up to your funeral and kill everybody inside
 I can load and bust a hammer, hit the nail, and crucify
 Tie your body up in the dungeon and make your soul mine
 Death note got a page with your name on it
 Bullets flyin' to your head like a fuckin' comet (Ho)
 Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
 Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
 Steppin' out the coffin with that golden drip, slit wrist
 Purp smoke, gun clips, shootin' from the fuckin' hip
 Walking out the catacombs, a chip all on my shoulder
 Grip the chopper like a boulder, ain't nobody fuckin' colder
 Speak in tongues when I spit this on the mic, strapped up like a dyke
 Your bitch want the pipe, it's alright, I might hit tonight
 I'ma end your life by the knife, you gon' pay the price
 I'ma dim your fuckin' lights and leave you hangin' by this tide
 Telegraph inside your mailbox, it reads that you a bitch
 Body-baggin' motherfuckers that be thinkin' that they slick
 *59 'til the death of me, I never shall repent
 Hollow tips right to your cranium, I hit another lick
 Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes
 Break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, bre-break, bre-break
 Break-break-break out the mask and the Glock, and get rid of you
 Pop-pop, 'til you drop, body full of bullet holes