X-Is Coming (Album Version (Edited)) Lyrics

X-Is Coming - DMX

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"X-Is Coming"

[Kid]

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, 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 see the part of your head which used to be your face

Be replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste

Niggas 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, niggas would've been fucked you

But then we in the streets, niggas should've been stucked you

Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cut off

They'll find you wit' your back open and your legs cut off

And as for your man, don't you ever in your mothafuckin' 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

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late (Yes!)

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

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' with 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

'Cause 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 than 15, I'ma rape her

Take her on the livin' room floor, right there in front of you

Then ask you seriously, whatchu wanna do?

Frustratin', isn't it? 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

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

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

When I speak you better listen, the harder it gets, the more follows

And I'm hittin' 'em with 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

'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 your head, the witnesses start runnin'

Niggas started somethin', but they chose not to finish it

So I'ma wrap it up, for real, dog, 'cause 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

Gimme slugs for my gats, gimme hoods for my rats

Gimme wood for my bats, then they meet where the fuck I'm at, for real

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

One, two, X is coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, get your crucifix

Seven, eight, don't stay up late

Writer(s): Simmons Earl, Fields Anthony 

album: "It's Dark And Hell Is Hot" (1998)