Geto Boys - Chuckie Lyrics
Verse one: bushwick billI told you size wasnt shitThats why I murdered your neicesWasnt my fault they found they head cut in 88 piecesDont let em runHurry up and catch emYou grab an arm I grab an arm lets pull till we stretch emPlay *****, get *****edMeans youre better off deadI wanna see food so I fished in a childs headMother*****ers be worried cause Im sickDead heads and frog legsMmm... cake mix!Friday the 13thThe night of the living dead? ? ? ? ? ? walkin round givin niggas headIf you didnt die, Id say you got luckyAll bodies found dead***** it, blame it on chuckieBut this is childs play... mother*****a!!!Verse 2:Aw *****, chucks on a killin spree!Gimme some barb and Ill start by killin me!When I murder, I tried to slack offNow 100 missiles blew a little girls back offMy name is chuckie, some say Im insaneYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dogs brain!Give me a mother*****in 15-packAnd Ill be damned if I dont bring 15 dead niggas back!A murder contest,You know Ill win itCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in itIm gettin hungryI need to be fedI feel like eatin a bag of barbequed broke legs!Bustin necks with a mother*****in brick!Half my body is chuckieThe other half is bushwickA short niggaAlways pumpin some leadHavent figured out a way to get my fist out your foreheadWhat upGet upSit upYou get lit upA knife in his neck made a polar bear spit upA 9, a uzi is my only utensilsInside his chest they found 10,000 pencilsYou have the nerve to try to go against chuck?With fifty guns aimed at youHow the ***** you gonna duck?Yo,When Im mad, Im ready to slayThe graveyards are packedBut it aint nothin but childs playVerse 3:Youd better murder mePut me to restCause if you dont Ill come out shootinWith my head in a birds chestPissed off,The way Im always soundinKilled a punk in 82, and they just now found imSome say Im crazySome say Im on crackBefore I dieCut off my leg and let me die in iraqA born loooserSome say Im mindlessIf I get pissed offYou leave ***** and spinelessWorse than charles mansonNever havin a equalWent sleepwalkin last night and killed 300 peopleWhen I woke up they had me chained to the floorWhen they told me what I did I killed 300 moreYoYou wanna rumble?Then go get your war hatI went to jail for assault with a carjackI might be smallBut my nuts are bigThe worst that you could do is let me keep your *****in kidsCause Im a teach em how to actAnd if they aint actin rightThey dyin tonight!So, uhAint no use in you tryin to spot emI send you a mother*****in note that says chuckies got em!
