ฟังเพลงChuckie (Explicit)

Chuckie - Geto Boys

Written by：Shaw Richard/Smith James

I told you size wasn't sh*t

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 p**sy get f**ked

Means you're better off dead

I wanna see food so I feast in a child's head

Motherf**kers be worried '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 giving niggas head

If you didn't die I'd say you got lucky

All bodies found dead

F**k it blame it on Chuckie

But this is child's play motherf**ka

Aw f**k chuck's on a killin' spree

Gimme some barb and I'll start by killing 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**kin 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 getting hungry

I need to be fed

I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs

Bustin' necks with a motherf**kin' brick

Half my body is Chuckie

The other half is Bushwick

A short ni**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 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 f**k 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 shooting

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 'I'm

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 f**king 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**king note that says Chuckie's got em