作词 : Prince, Shaw
verse one：bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't *************t
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 *************, get ******
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head
Mother******s 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 *************s head
If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
************* it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... mother*************a!!!
Verse 2:
Aw *************, 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 mother****** 15-pack
And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead *************s 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 mother******' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short *************
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 ************* 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 assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your ****** 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 mother****** note that says "chuckie's got em!"