Three 6 Mafia - Night of the Chainsaw (Joe Strange remix) lyrics

[Violent J] PCP, meth, mad anti-depression pills Everything spills into one pot On top of that I smoke rock I hear that sh**, but I won't stop Last time on the spot choked a cop Stopped and had a Faygo soda pop In the back of my truck, Chuck the chainsaw Usually chop wood, but that ain't all It's a bit strange all up in your mid-range Cut a hole in your head 'till I hit brains Left a cop in the pile while maybe It's the night of the chainsaw baby Cut 'em up Chuck (somebody) Cut 'em up Chuck (get bloody) Cut 'em up Chuck (go nutty) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up [Three Six Mafia] All my n***as got them choppers they can't wait to shoot Catch you when you check your mail and they let em loose n***as always talking sh** that they ain't never do Out here livin lies, must be scared of the truth b**h you got me hot, now you a dead man p**y n***a acting hard on his webcam Money on yo head, yeah I'm the bread man k** you while you with yo b**h, you dead fam Stop all the hatin, why you jealous my n***a? Blow your a** up, the paramedics come and get ya But they can't help, n***a better believe n***a got outta line left him dead on the scene [Violent J] Petroleum, inhale it, and take a swig Heat my brains up, bake my wig k**ing time, with no shirt homie I love it when the blood squirt on me Walked up to a house, jabbed the door And kicked it in, my victim hid Stuck Chuck in the closet And I can tell by the deposit, I got my target French poodle, stomp it limp noodle Rev Chuck up and stir the strudel Guts on the lawn, f**'s going on? Chainsaw Chuck 'till the break of dawn, b**h! Cut 'em up Chuck (somebody) Cut 'em up Chuck (get bloody) Cut 'em up Chuck (go nutty) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up [Three Six Mafia] Sitting in my room with my gun co*ked and loaded Put it to my head and I'm bout to explode it Sniffing up some k**a and I'm headed on some crazy sh** Yeah I'm gettin high like ?? and I just hit a crazy b**h That ain't the case cause we don't sweat the old hoes Unless she on her knees giving a n***a deep throat You see I can't cope With fake n***as, fake b**hes, fake playas I cut they f**in throat And I'll k** my motherf**in self Before I let one of you n***as take the credit for my d**h I'll run up in yo pad with a pocket full of bombs Blow you bums to the motherf**in slums [Violent J] Bloody feet, no shoes, into a party I wasn't invited, but that b**h ignited I screamed and laughed, chopping fools in half I stab and hack, a mad lumberjack Smell that fuel, hear the machine Chuck's a demon, I must be dreamin' Bloody showers, feel the power We devour you f**in' cowards A loony loose, Chuck full of juice Beggin's no use, I knows no truce It's yo noose about to see your own produce Written by Shaggy, Three Six, and Joe Bruce Cut 'em up Chuck (somebody) Cut 'em up Chuck (get bloody) Cut 'em up Chuck (go nutty) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up chuck (go) Cut 'em up