Chuckie

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