You know it's devil's night The way that I smash the face of a punk in Mask of Jason is a fashion statement since Drunken Master tapes been a basket case And if that's the case, then I'm dunkin' Fascination with masturbation and humpin' Lacerations and masking tape And I'm bumpin' some Masta Ace Roll up posin' as pastor Mase at a luncheon See Andrea Yates, grab her face, then I'm punchin' Crack her fuckin' skull with an antique vase, kill her husband To the back of the station wagon She's dragged and placed in the trunk and Now I'm wanted for kidnappin', rape, and abduction Spread her legs like Land O'Lakes that I'm cuttin' 'Til every fuckin' limb's either amputated or punctured Decapitated Christina Applegate and I rap like I'm agitated No chill, but I'm half sedated A functioning addict — wait, I'm in London? Brains underwear? A pantywaist, classic case of disfunction Aggravated assault, it was rap related, you activated a gunman This game's over-saturated with junk and You punks couldn't get a hit from a database with a thumbprint Razors and matches, path is laid for destruction Put Jason Mraz's face in his ass Then I'm snatchin' Anne Hathaway She scratchin' like Jam Master Jay on the one's and Two's, I slash away, then I'm dumpin' Her ass in a Lake Placid for alligators After I use the fuckin' tire thumper to bash her brains in for nothin' The murder weapons, I stash 'em away on Runyon Man, the kind of balls that it has to take and the gumption Lack of class displayed, but such a vast array in abundance Of sad disgraceful and bad distasteful redundance And, bitch, I'm hung like candy canes if you're wonderin' Balls come at you like batting cages I'm raw like Big Daddy Kane is, I'm comin' Like I'm ejaculatin' and nuttin' Come catch the clap like you're patty-cakin', lil' dumplin' Or brace yourself like a cast and be the last to make an assumption I'm back like I'm in the bathroom takin' a dump and It's back in the day or somethin' I'll shit on you, Devil's Night — how's that for a introduction?