Off I go, to get a mask for my fuckin' face
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The thirty first fills my heart with joy and pain
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Walk to the custom store to get a mask that fits
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Ain't this a bitch, it's closed, so I start to panic, shit
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Look in the glass, Thats the mask I had a dream about
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A face of a man called the R.O.C. from the House Of Krazees
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A rap group, he's a fucking loser
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A psycho murdera
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Myth has it that he's still alive
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I break the glass an alarm sounds, I'm quick to pick
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Up a fucking mask, I'm jettin' before they catch me with it
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The stolen goods, I had to have it, understand
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Walk around with a fucking mad man upon your face
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A damn shame, he holds so much power
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As you can see, I wanna be him
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So I can really see what he sees
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I ducked into an ally quick as I can
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I shook the law with the long arm
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Lucky that I'm fast enough
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What the fuck, who can I trust
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I can't go see the crew
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So I go to my woman's house
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It's a round two
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All black hockey mask, so I can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast
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With all black hockey mask, so I can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast
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With the mask
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I need a mask, I need a mask, quick
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Fog's gettin' thick, ain't no time to bullshit
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Here we go, on the day after hallow's eve
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Memory lapses, fallin' to my knees
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No chance to think a thought
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About who I wanna be
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Leavin' it to Bones or R.O.C.
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Creep down the street, feedin' for a disguise
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But still I know who I am in the devil's eyes
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Rise all the souls from the chosen few
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I spot a mask on the grave, what should I do
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So what, I'm dead
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Tricked by the man, why did he cheat me
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What was his name, oh yeah, Unkle Kreepy
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Hektic's the name of my mask, killin' reality
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Blamein' the night that's upon, takin' my sanity
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Six feet, a dirty hole, it's a restin' spot
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Nobody gets the mask that I got
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Takin' it off, it won't come off straight, wait
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I think I got it, too late
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All black hockey mask, so I can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast
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With all black hockey mask, so I can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast
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With the mask
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Stepped inside the store to find the mask
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On the night in question, carefully steppin'
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Down the isle ways, pickin' up the pace
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I need a new mask to cover my fuckin' face
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Got the gloves on my hands, I don't leave no prints
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Gettin' the fifth degree from this elderly bitch
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Quickly pointed to the mask on the wall
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It was a mysterious face of a skull
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she said that it was the last of it's kind
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And maybe I should try it on for size
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Slipped it on over my head and closed my eyes
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Started to bleed to my imense surprise
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Something happened, it melted to my skin
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As if I had commited some type of great sin
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Screamin' in pain, I ran and hit the streets
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On more night before we got out on trick or treat
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Gimmie that all black hockey mask, so I can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' from a shotgun blast
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With all black hockey mask, so we can mash
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Three crazies on the dash bustin' shotgun blast
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With the
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The Mask
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House Of Krazees |