Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song X-Is Coming , by - DMX. Release date: 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) |