Chuckie lyrics

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
I told you size wasn't sh*t, that's why I murdered your nieces
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 pus*y, get f*cked means you're better off dead
I wanted seafood so I fished in a child’s head
Motherf*ckers beware cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs, mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th the night of the living dead
Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin n*ggas head
If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky
All bodies found dead, f*ck it, blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play... motherf*cka!!!

[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
Aw, f*ck, 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 motherf*ckin 15-pack
And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead n*ggas 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 motherf*ckin' brick!
Half my body is Chuckie, the other half is Bushwick
A short n*gga always pumpin' some lead
I 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 utensil
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to go against Chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you, how the f*ck 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: Bushwick Bill]
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
p*ssed 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 loser, some say I'm mindless
If I get p*ssed off, you leave naked and spineless
Worse than Charles Manson, never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalking 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 thing that you could do is let me keep your f*ckin' kids
Cause I'ma 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 motherf*ckin' note that says "Chuckie's got em!"