| I told you size wasn’t shit, that’s why I murdered your nieces
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| Wasn’t my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
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| Don’t let 'em run, hurry up and catch 'em
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| You grab an arm, I grab an arm let’s pull 'till we stretch 'em
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| Play pussy, get fucked means you’re better off dead
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| I wanna see food so I fished in a child’s head
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| Motherfuckers beware cause I’m sick
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| Dead heads and frog legs, mmm… cake mix!
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| Friday the 13th the night of the living dead
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| Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin niggas head
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| If you didn’t die, I would say you got lucky
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| All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chuckie
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| But this is child’s play… motherfucka!!!
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| Aw, fuck, Chuck’s on a killin' spree
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| Gimme some barb and I’ll start by killin me
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| When I murder, I tried to slack off
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| Now 100 missiles blew a little girl’s back off
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| My name is Chuckie, some say I’m insane
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| You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog’s brain
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| Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
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| And I’ll be damned if I don’t bring 15 dead niggas back
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| A murder contest, you know I’ll win it
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| Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
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| I’m gettin' hungry, I need to be fed
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| I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs
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| Bustin' necks with a motherf*ckin' brick!
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| Half my body is Chuckie, the other half is Bushwick
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| A short nigga always pumpin' some lead
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| Haven’t figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
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| What up? |
| Get up, sit up, you get lit up
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| A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
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| A 9, a Uzi is my only utensil
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| Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
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| You have the nerve to go against Chuck?
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| With fifty guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gonna duck, yo?
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| When I’m mad, I’m ready to slay
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| The graveyards are packed but it ain’t nothin' but child’s play
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| You’d better murder me, put me to rest
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| Cause if you don’t I’ll come out shootin' with my head in a bird’s chest
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| Pissed off, the way I’m always soundin'
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| Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
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| Some say I’m crazy, some say I’m on crack
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| Before I die cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq
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| A born loser, some say I’m mindless
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| If I get pissed off, you leave naked and spineless
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| Worse than Charles Manson, never havin' a equal
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| Went sleepwalking last night and killed 300 people
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| When I woke up they had me chained to the floor
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| When they told me what I did I killed 300 more, yo
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| You wanna rumble? |
| Then go get your war hat
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| I went to jail for assault with a carjack
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| I might be small but my nuts are big
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| The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin' kids
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| Cause I’m a teach 'em how to act
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| And if they ain’t actin' right, they dyin' tonight
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| So, uh, ain’t no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
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| I send you a motherfuckin' note that says «Chuckie's got em!» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chuckie , by - Geto Boys. Song from the album We Can't Be Stopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп