The Mask Lyrics - House Of Krazees

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 

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