Chuckie - Geto Boys

I told you size wasn’t shit, that’s why I murdered your nieces

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 beware cause I’m sick

Dead heads and frog legs, mmm… cake mix!

Friday the 13th the night of the living dead

Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin niggas head

If you didn’t die, I would say you got lucky

All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chuckie

But this is child’s play… motherfucka!!!

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 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 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?

With fifty guns aimed at you, how the fuck 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

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 loser, some say I’m mindless

If I get pissed off, you leave naked and spineless

Worse than Charles Manson, never havin' a equal

Went sleepwalking 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!»