Chuckie Lyrics - Singles - Geto Boys

Verse one: bushwick bill 

I told you size wasn't shit 

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 pussy, get fucked 

Means you're better off dead 

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

Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick 

Dead heads and frog legs 

Mmm... cake mix! 

Friday the 13th 

The night of the living dead 

? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head 

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

All bodies found dead 

Fuck it, blame it on chuckie 

But this is child's play... motherfucka!!! 

Verse 2: 

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree! 

Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin 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 motherfuckin 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 gettin hungry 

I need to be fed 

I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! 

Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick! 

Half my body is chuckie 

The other half is bushwick 

A short nigga 

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 fuck 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 

Verse 3: 

You'd better murder me 

Put me to rest 

Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin 

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 'im 

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 fuckin 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 motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!"