John Bido - Chuckie lyrics

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] I told you size wasn't sh**, 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 p**y, get f**ed means you're better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherf**ers be worried cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs, mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th the night of the living dead Vampire [?] walkin' 'round givin n***as head If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky All bodies found dead, f** it, blame it on Chuckie But this is child's play... motherf**a!!! [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Aw, f**, Chuck's on a k**in' spree Gimme some barb and I'll start by k**in 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 motherf**in 15-pack And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead n***as 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 n***a 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 f** 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: Bushwick Bill] 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' k**ed 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 k**ed 300 people When I woke up they had me chained to the floor When they told me what I did I k**ed 300 more, yo You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat I went to jail for a**ault with a carjack I might be small but my nuts are big The worst that you could do is let me keep your f**in 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 motherf**in note that says "Chuckie's got em!"