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Verse one: Bushwick Bill
I told you ??? and 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 pussy, get fucked Means you`re better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child`s head Motherfuckers 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 dead Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie But this is child`s play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chuck`s on a killin` spree! Gimme some ??? and I`ll start by killin me! When I murder, I tried to slack off Now 100 missile`s 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 motherfuckin 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*ckin` 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 utensil Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to go against Chuck? Fifty guns aimed at you How the fuck you gonna duck? Yo, When I`m mad, I`m ready to sl 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 ??? 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 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 motherfuckin note that says "Chuckie`s got em!"
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