I told you size wasn't 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 found 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 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 motherfuckin' 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 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 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 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!"
