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