Lyrics:

(Little kid)--Chorus: 1,2 X is coming for you
3,4 better lock your door
5, 6 get your crucifix
7, 8 dont stay up late
(Beat starts)
Uh, uh, uh
(DMX sings chorus)
Who's afraid of the dark? Responsible for the murders in the park?
When I bark they hear the boom, but you see the spark.
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Replaced by nothin' but bluffin what a waste.
Niggas want to see me taste my own medicine
Get on some old second grade shit, I'ma get you back
Retaliatin is it hate for you to think I took a loss when all I did was shook
it off
Yeah you me, shook it off.
If we was ?a dog? niggas would've been fucked! Shit!
But then we in the streets, niggas should have ?searchin?.
Plucked you like a chicken with your head cut off,
and find you with your back open and your legs cut off!
And as for your man, don't you ever in your motherfuckin life
Knowin I got a gun come at me wit' a knife! Aiight!
And forgettin you ever saw me is the best thing to do!
I don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting wit you!
Chorus x2
You got yourself in a predicament you can't get out of.
You already in some shit and it's about to hotter.
Fuckin wit a nigga like you runnin in your mouth
Will have that same nigga like you gun in your mouth.
But it won't be like the last time when you run in the house,
I ain't knockin on the door, I'm comin in the house,
And I'm gunnin' for your spouse tryin to send the bitch back to her maker,
And if you got a daughter over 15 I'ma rape her.
Take her, on the livin room floor right there in front of you
And ask you seriously what you wanna do?
Frustratin isn't? Wanna kill me but I'ma kill you!
Now watch me fuck, just a little while longer, please will you?
This is revenge, know that before you die,
Despite how much I hate to see a grown man,
I'ma make you suffer,
See yo' ass in hell motherfucker!
Click boom boom! (two gunshots)
See yo' ass in hell!
Chorus x2
When I speak you better listen,
The harder it gets the more follows
And I'm hittin 'em wit' shit they can't swallow.
I keep my slugs hollow,
Keep families with sorrow
Keep motherfuckers like you not seein' tomorrow!
I will borrow a gun, then run, till I catch you.
Let you slip up just once and I'ma wet you. (Machine gun fire)
Stretch you out like a limosuine,
Cause where I catch you is where I catch you,
That's what killin' means.
Fuck whoever's standin' there when you get what you got comin'
Cause once I hit you in the head, the witnesses start runnin.
Nigga startin' somethin',
But they chose not to finish it
I'ma wrap it up for real dog, I'ma win this shit!
Fuck it yo! Let's end this shit!
I don't need the plaques!
And I ain't a DJ nigga so I don't need the wax!
Give me slugs for my gats,
Give me hoods for my rats,
Give me wood for my bats,
And leave me where the fuck I'm at!!
For real!
Chorus by DMX x2
Chorus by little kids x2
by Chris Vanasse