You know it's devil's night the way that I smash the face of a punk in
Mask of Jason is a fashion statement since Drunken
Master tapes been a basket case and if that's the case then I'm dunkin'
Fascination with masturbation and humpin'
Lacerations and masking tape and I'm bumpin'
Some Master Ace, roll up posin' as pastor Mase at a lunchin
See Andrea Yates, grab her face then I'm punchin'
Crack her fuckin' skull with an antique vase, kill her husband
To the back of the station wagon, she's dragged and placed in the trunk and
Now I'm wanted for kidnapping, rape, and abduction
Spread her legs like Land O'Lakes that I'm cutting till every fuckin' limb's either amputated or punctured
Decapitated Christina Applegate and I rap like I'm agitated
No chill but I'm half sedated, a functioning addict, wait I'm in London?
Brains underwear? A pantywaist, Classic case of disfunction
Aggravated assault, it was rap related, you activated a gunman
This game's oversaturated with junk and you punks couldn't get a hit from a database with a thumbprint
Razors and matches, path is laid for destruction
Put Jason Mraz's face in his ass then I'm snatchin'
Anne Hathaway, she scratchin' like Jam Master Jay on the one's and
Two's, I slash away then I'm dumpin' her ass in a Lake Placid for Alligators
After I use the fuckin' tire thumper to bash her brains in for nothin'
The murder weapons I stash 'em away on Runyon
Man the kind of balls that it has to take and the gumption
Lack of class displayed but such a vast array in abundance
Of sad disgraceful and bad distasteful redundance
And bitch I'm hung like candy canes if you're wondering
Balls come at you like batting cages, I'm raw like Big Daddy Kane is, I'm coming
Like I'm ejaculating and nutting, come catch the clap like you're patty caking little dumpling
Or brace yourself like a cast and be the last to make an assumption
I'm back
Like I'm in the bathroom taking a dump and it's back in the day or somethin'
I'll shit on you, devil's night, how's that for a introduction?