Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skitso, artist - Bushwick Bill. Date of issue: 07.12.2010
Song language: English
Skitso |
| Aww shit |
| I woke up on the wrong side of bed today |
| Lookin for some homo sapiens to slay |
| Lost in panicked thoughts, damn |
| Frantic killings constantly, now I’m sought |
| Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool I’m the hunter not the hunted |
| Bushwick the name Geto Boy executioner |
| Terminator, murder revolutioner |
| Street stalker, causer — of metamorphosis |
| Late night rapes, body found in a forest |
| No clues left behind, a fool from the darkside |
| Continous killings, many unsolved homicides |
| No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes |
| Kidnappin child, permanently dispose |
| The controversy falls around Bushwick’s a hacksaw |
| Command gland slayin, with no flaws |
| When death knocks on your door and wants to come in Time to pay up MOTHERFUCKERS, these are the wages of sin |
| Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker |
| Now I want you to come over here, it’s okay |
| And tell Dr. Lumbar, how good you really feelin ow PARANOID! |
| Sittin in a deep sweat |
| Thinkin, I gotta fuck somebody before the weekend |
| The sight of blood excites me Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch it bleed to death |
| I hear the sound of your last breath |
| Shouldn’ta been around, I went all the way left |
| You was in the right place for me at the wrong time |
| I’m a psychopath in a minute lose my fuckin mind |
| Calm down, back to reality |
| Don’t fear death cause I know that was promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason |
| Gimme a knife and many lives I’m wastin |
| The shadow of death follows me, I don’t give a fuck |
| Pussy play Superman, your ass’ll get boxed up Put him in a straightjacket, the man’s sick |
| This is what goes on in the mind of Bushwick |
| Aww shit, man you done fucked up You done scared the shit out of that doctor |
| Now that shit you told the lawyer, I don’t wanna hear |
| Man tell me exactly how that bitch set herself up Lookin through her window, now my body is warm |
| She’s naked, and I’m a peeping tom |
| Her body’s beautiful, so I’m thinking rape |
| Shouldn’ta had her curtains open, so that’s her fate |
| Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth |
| Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch |
| Whipped out my knife said if you scream I’m cuttin |
| Opened her legs and commenced to fuckin |
| She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose |
| Then slit her throat and watched her shake 'til her eyes closed |
| Had sex with the corpse before I left her |
| And drew my name on the wall like Helter Skelter |
| Run for shelter never crossed my mind |
| I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine |
| Dial 911 for the bitch |
| But the cops say shit when they’re fuckin with Bushwick |
| You know Bill, this is a bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit |
| And I know you’d rather be hated for what you are |
| Than loved for what you not |
| So the thing you have to do, is tell these motherfuckers, who you are |
| I’m Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckwick! |
| Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and fuck me Cause I’m known to pull your skull out |
| Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out |
| I’m insane by a longshot hey |
| Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre |
| A short nigga with some long nuts |
| Drop you dead in your bed, now I’m ready for a long fuck |
| Necromance that ass for a minute |
| And split that motherfuckin clit when I’m finished |
| You punk bitches be retreatin, check it Freddie and Jason runnin home with they mouths bleedin |
| So welcome to the slaughterhouse champs |
| Fifth Ward Texas, Chuckwick concentration camp |
| You punk motherfuckers fled |
| And those who didn’t make it got two to the fuckin head! |
| My nigga, my nigga |
| Boy you let your nuts hang to the floor |
| Now let’s blow this motherfucker up, and G.O. |