Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song X-Is Coming, artist - DMX.
Date of issue: 30.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
X-Is Coming |
1, 2, X is comin’for you |
3, 4, you better lock your door |
5, 6, get your crucifix |
7, 8, don’t stay up late |
1, 2, X is comin’for you |
3, 4, better lock your door |
5, 6, get your crucifix |
7, 8, don’t stay up late |
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 seen the part of your head which used to be your face |
Was replaced by nothin’for bluffin', what a waste |
Niggaz wanna see me taste my own medicine |
Picture that, get on some old second grade shit, I’ma get you back |
Retaliate, if it hates for you to think I took a loss |
When all I did was shook it off |
Yeah, you heard me, shook it off |
Man, if we was up north, niggaz would have been fucked you |
But then we in the streets, niggaz should haven been stuck you |
Plucked you like a chicken wit’your head cutoff |
They’ll find you wit’your back open and your legs cutoff |
And as for your man, don’t you ever in your mutherfuckin’life |
Know when I gotta gun come at me wit’a knife, a’ight? |
And forgettin’you ever saw me is the best thing to do Don’t give a fuck about your family, they’ll be resting with you |
You got yourself in a predicament, that you can’t get out of You already in some shit, but it’s about to get hotter |
Fuckin’wit’a, nigga like you, runnin’your mouth |
Will, have that same nigga like you, gun in your mouth |
But won’t be like the last time when you run in the house |
'Cuz 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 older then 15, I’ma rape her |
Take her on the living room floor, right there in front of you |
Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do? |
Frustratin', isn’t it? |
When they kill me, but I’ma kill you |
Now watch me fuck just a lil’while longer, please, will you? |
This is revenge, no time before you die |
And despite how much I hate to see a grown man cry |
I’ma make you suffer, see your ass in hell, motherfucker |
Click, BOOM, BOOM |
See your ass in hell |
When I speak you better listen |
The harder it gets, the more follows |
And I’m hittin''em wit’shit that they can’t all swallow |
I keep my slugs hollow, keep families with sorrow |
Keep motherfuckers like you, not seein’tomorrow |
I will borrow a gun, then run 'til I catch you |
Let you slip up, just once, then I’ma wet you |
Stretch you out like a limousine |
'Cuz 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' |
'Cuz once I hit you in your head, the witnesses start runnin' |
Niggaz started somethin', but they chose not to finish it So I’ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cuz I’ma winner, 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 |
Gimme slugs from my gats |
Gimme hoods from my rats |
Gimme wood from my bats |
Then they meet where the fuck I’m at, for real |
Chorus fade to kids voices |
…late (echoed and faded to end) |