GETO BOYS - CHUCKIE Lyrics

I told you size wasn't shitThat's why I murdered your neicesWasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 piecesDon't let 'em runHurry up and catch 'emYou grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'emPlay pussy, get fuckedMeans you're better off deadI wanna see food so I fished in a child's headMotherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sickDead heads and frog legsMmm... cake mix!Friday the 13thThe night of the living dead??? ??? walkin' 'round givin niggas headIf you didn't die, I'd say you got luckyAll bodies found deadFuck it, blame it on ChuckieBut this is child's play... motherfucka!!!Verse 2:Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!When I murder, I tried to slack offNow 100 missiles blew a little girl's back offMy name is Chuckie, some say I'm insaneYou give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!Give me a motherfuckin 15-packand I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!A murder contest,You know I'll win itCause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in itI'm gettin hungryI need to be fedI feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!Half my body is ChuckieThe other half is BushwickA short niggaAlways pumpin' some leadHaven't 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 fuck you gonna duck?Yo,When I'm mad, I'm ready to slayThe graveyards are packedBut it ain't nothin' but child's playVerse 3:You'd better murder mePut me to restCause if you don't I'll come out shootinWith my head in a bird's chestPissed off,The way I'm always soundin'Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'imSome say I'm crazySome say I'm on crackBefore I dieCut off my leg and let me die in IraqA born loooserSome say I'm mindlessIf I get pissed offYou leave naked 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 fuckin kidsCause I'm a teach 'em how to actAnd if they ain't actin' rightThey dyin' tonight!So, uhAin't no use in you tryin' to spot 'emI send you a motherfuckin note that says "Chuckie's got em!"