Chuckie

Verse one: bushwick bill

I told you size wasnt shit

Thats why I murdered your neices

Wasnt my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces

Dont let em run

Hurry up and catch em

You grab an arm I grab an arm lets pull till we stretch em

Play pussy, get fucked

Means youre better off dead

I wanna see food so I fished in a childs head

Motherfuckers be worried cause Im 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 didnt die, Id say you got lucky

All bodies found dead

Fuck it, blame it on chuckie

But this is childs play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chucks on a killin spree!

Gimme some barb and Ill start by killin me!

When I murder, I tried to slack off

Now 100 missiles blew a little girls back off

My name is chuckie, some say Im insane

You give me some gin, and I might eat a dogs brain!

Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack

And Ill be damned if I dont bring 15 dead niggas back!

A murder contest,

You know Ill win it

Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it

Im gettin hungry

I need to be fed

I feel like eatin a bag of barbequed broke legs!

Bustin necks with a motherfuckin brick!

Half my body is chuckie

The other half is bushwick

A short nigga

Always pumpin some lead

Havent 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 fuck you gonna duck? 

Yo,

When Im mad, Im ready to slay

The graveyards are packed

But it aint nothin but childs play

Verse 3:

Youd better murder me

Put me to rest

Cause if you dont Ill come out shootin

With my head in a birds chest

Pissed off,

The way Im always soundin

Killed a punk in 82, and they just now found im

Some say Im crazy

Some say Im on crack

Before I die

Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq

A born loooser

Some say Im 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 fuckin kids

Cause Im a teach em how to act

And if they aint actin right

They dyin tonight!

So, uh

Aint no use in you tryin to spot em

I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckies got em!"