GETO BOYS

GETO BOYS - Chuckie lyrics

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Verse one: bushwick bill<br><br>I told you size wasn't shit<br>That's why I murdered your neices<br>Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces<br>Don't let 'em run<br>Hurry up and catch 'em<br>You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em<br>Play pussy, get fucked<br>Means you're better off dead<br>I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head<br>Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick<br>Dead heads and frog legs<br>Mmm... cake mix!<br>Friday the 13th<br>The night of the living dead<br>? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head<br>If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky<br>All bodies found dead<br>Fuck it, blame it on chuckie<br>But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!<br><br>Verse 2:<br><br>Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!<br>Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!<br>When I murder, I tried to slack off<br>Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off<br>My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane<br>You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!<br>Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack<br>And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!<br>A murder contest,<br>You know I'll win it<br>Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it<br>I'm gettin hungry<br>I need to be fed<br>I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!<br>Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!<br>Half my body is chuckie<br>The other half is bushwick<br>A short nigga<br>Always pumpin' some lead<br>Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead<br>What up<br>Get up<br>Sit up<br>You get lit up<br>A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up<br>A 9, a uzi is my only utensils<br>Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils<br>You have the nerve to try to go against chuck? <br>With fifty guns aimed at you<br>How the fuck you gonna duck? <br>Yo,<br>When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay<br>The graveyards are packed<br>But it ain't nothin' but child's play<br><br>Verse 3:<br><br>You'd better murder me<br>Put me to rest<br>Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin<br>With my head in a bird's chest<br>Pissed off,<br>The way I'm always soundin'<br>Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im<br>Some say I'm crazy<br>Some say I'm on crack<br>Before I die<br>Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq<br>A born loooser<br>Some say I'm mindless<br>If I get pissed off<br>You leave naked and spineless<br>Worse than charles manson<br>Never havin' a equal<br>Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people<br>When I woke up they had me chained to the floor<br>When they told me what I did I killed 300 more<br>Yo<br>You wanna rumble? <br>Then go get your war hat<br>I went to jail for assault with a carjack<br>I might be small<br>But my nuts are big<br>The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids<br>Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act<br>And if they ain't actin' right<br>They dyin' tonight!<br>So, uh<br>Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em<br>I send you a motherfuckin note that says chuckie's got em!

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