Текст (слова) песни: Geto Boys - Mind of a Lunatic

(He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)

[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn`t have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I`m a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don`t fear death, cause I know that it`s promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I`m wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don`t give a fuck
Pussy play Superman, your ass`ll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man`s sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

(He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)
(He`s a) (He`s a)
(He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)

[ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
She`s naked, and I`m a peepin tom
Her body`s beautiful, so I`m thinkin rape
Shouldn`t have had her curtains open, so that`s her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I`m cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain`t shit when they`re fuckin with a lunatic

(Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)
(Maniac) (Maniac)
(Another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)

[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I`ve dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up
Once I attack, I`m like a pit on a rage that`s goin for guts
Boys used to die when I`m full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I`m high
So I say `fuck` and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I`m on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain`t takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic

[ VERSE 4: Scarface ]
My girl`s gettin skinny, she`s strung out on coke
So I went to her mother`s house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "Brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny`s ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny`s on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick
I said, "Die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff`s gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, cause I ain`ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of that Angel`s Dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit got silent
I remember wakin up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? This ain`t as harsh as it gets
No tellin what`s bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic

(Maniac)
(Maniac)
(Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)
(I can`t quit)

[ VERSE 5: Willie D ]
November 1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I`ll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn`t prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
You`ll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don`t give a fuck if you`re 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don`t faze me
Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic

(Let`s get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)

[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]
I ain`t got it all, so don`t fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I`ll blow your muthafuckin house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they`re fucked
I don`t give a damn who I slay
Don`t let me get a hold of some E&J
Cause when the shit hit the fan
I`ll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic

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As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny`s ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny`s on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick I said, "Die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff`s gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain`ts to die So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that Angel`s Dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? This ain`t as harsh as it gets No tellin what`s bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (Maniac) (Maniac) (Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac) (I can`t quit) [ VERSE 5: Willie D ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I`ll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn`t prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You`ll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don`t give a fuck if you`re 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don`t faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (Let`s get out of here, that guy is crazy) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac) [ VERSE 6: Willie D ] I ain`t got it all, so don`t fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I`ll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they`re fucked I don`t give a damn who I slay Don`t let me get a hold of some E&J Cause when the shit hit the fan I`ll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic Нравится песня? 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