A HOCKEY MASK AND A REAL BAD ATTITUDE

Lyrics: Kalem Tarrant/Rusty Moos-Moore Music: Kalem Tarrant/Rusty Moos-Moore (Hahahaha) Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Open up the mother****in' backdoor Open up the— Open up the mother****in' backdoor Open up the— Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Open up the mother****in' backdoor Open up the— Open up the mother****in' back— Creepin' at the motha****in' backdoor Grabbin' up that gat then I'ma head out to the backroads I'ma— I'ma— I'ma be the creature in the shadows See me in the corner of they retina Now I'm bad Ho Used to give a **** about a bitch Now she dust (Dust) Spent like 45,mm Let that shit bust (Bust) They say, "SXMPRA do you have to win?" I say, "I must" (Must) They gon' try to stage an intervention Like it's Rust (Rust) I just keep seekin' my name We ain't the same I'm at the top of my lane SXMPRA the master I'm bringin' the pay I'm laying the ****ers up into they grave Just lay bitch You don't wanna play The way you're setback SXMPRA is in the game You don't really wanna be the face on the case That makes you raise your face and be like "What did I see?" Bitch I feel like Jason No machete can stop me Got the mask up on my dome and I don't use it for hockey (Hahahaha) Open up the mother****in' backdoor Now I see the fame and disconnect it when the game pause You gon'— You gon'— You gon' be the reason that I break jaws After let a bitch touch your grip 'til it's paid off What the **** you wanna do? I let it bark (Arf, arf) Bitch I'm creepin' Never sleepin' after dark (After dark) Trigger always leave my mother****in' mark (****in' mark) All you pussy boys get stuck up at the park Punch a mother****er if you doubtin’ the posse Got the mask up on my face and you ain't never gon' stop me I don't give a **** about a fake dog They was lookin' fake and they was fakin' 'til they came off I'ma— I'ma— I'ma be the reason that they can't walk Except you wanna bitch up in yo' clique and now you can't talk Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Creepin' at the mother****in' backdoor Creepin' at the— Open up the mother****in' backdoor Open up the— Open up the mother****in'— (Hahahaha)