Mind Of A Lunatic Lyrics - Geto Boys

(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) 

[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] 

Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat 

Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends 

The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head 

Sit down, and watch you bleed to death 

I hear the sound of your last breath 

Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left 

You was in the right place with 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 it's promised to me 

Flashes, I get flashes of jason 

Gimme a knife, a million 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 straight jacket, the man's sick 

This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic 

(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) 

(he's a) (he's a) 

(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) 

[ verse 2: bushwick bill ] 

Lookin through her window, now my body is warm 

She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom 

Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape 

Shouldn't have 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 the fuckin 

She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose 

Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till 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 guage, a grenade, and even a nine 

Dial 911 for the bitch 

But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic 

(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) 

(maniac) (maniac) 

(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) 

[ verse 3: scarface ] 

I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles 

Dreamin of the people I've dismantled 

I close my eyes and in the circle 

Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered 

Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up 

Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts 

Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry 

I be ebbin when I'm high 

So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly 

Like I said before, scarface is my identity 

A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies 

I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip 

And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit 

Cause here comes a lunatic 

[ verse 4: scarface ] 

My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke 

So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat 

Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!" 

As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass 

Went to the back and grabbed a shovel 

Now granny's on her way to meet the devil 

Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch 

A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick 

I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted 

Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic 

The scent of buckshots in human flesh 

Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest 

No sheriff's gonna take me on a road 

Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode 

Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die 

So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry 

It got me crazy as fuck 

A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust 

The cops had the place surrounded 

Hunted for a way to get out - I found it 

Innocent bystanders watch me set an example 

I popped one, "let me go, goddammit 

Scot free 

Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" 

All of a sudden the shit got silent 

I remember wakin up, in an asylum 

Bein treated like a troubled kid 

My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit 

Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets 

No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic 

(maniac) 

(maniac) 

(ma-) (mani-) (maniac) 

(I can't quit) 

[ verse 5: willie d ] 

November 1st 1966 

A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic 

I shoulda been killed 

But sister fucked around and let me live 

Now I developped a criminal behaviour 

Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya 

Ass, beyond recognition, shit 

Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch 

I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden 

You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons 

Cross the line, your ass is mine 

I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 

Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me 

Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies 

You wanna know what makes me click? 

My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic 

(let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) 

(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) 

[ verse 6: willie d ] 

I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me 

Unless your ass wanna be made history 

I'll blow your muthafuckin house up 

And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked 

I don't give a damn who I slay 

Don't let me get a hold of some e&j 

Cause when the shit hit the fan 

I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican 

The nightmares I leave you with on the scene 

Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream 

This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch 

I got the mind of a lunatic