Mind of a Lunatic

歌詞

(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