Chuckie

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!

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, iI 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

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!