Night of the Chainsaw (Joe Strange Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Violent J]
PCP, meth, mad anti-depression pills
Everything spills into one pot
On top of that I smoke rock
I hear that sh*t, but I won't stop
Last time on the spot choked a cop
Stopped and had a Faygo soda pop
In the back of my truck, Chuck the chainsaw
Usually chop wood, but that ain't all
It's a bit strange all up in your mid-range
Cut a hole in your head 'til I hit brains
Left a cop in the pile while maybe
It's the night of the chainsaw baby

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up!

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
All my n*ggas got them choppers they can't wait to shoot
Catch you when you check your mail and they let 'em loose
n*ggas always talking sh*t that they ain't never do
Out here livin' lies, must be scared of the truth
b*tch you got me hot, now you a dead man
pus*y n*gga acting hard on his webcam
Money on yo head, yeah I'm the bread man
Kill you while you with yo b*tch, you dead fam
Stop all the hatin, why you jealous my n*gga?
Blow your ass up, the paramedics come and get ya
But they can't help, n*gga better believe
n*gga got outta line left him dead on the scene
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up!

[Verse 3: Violent J]
Petroleum, inhale it, and take a swig
Heat my brains up, bake my wig
Killing time, with no shirt homie
I love it when the blood squirt on me
Walked up to a house, jabbed the door
And kicked it in, my victim hid
Stuck Chuck in the closet
And I can tell by the deposit, I got my target
French poodle, stomp it limp noodle
Rev Chuck up and stir the strudel
Guts on the lawn, f*ck's going on?
Chainsaw Chuck 'till the break of dawn, b*tch!

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up!
[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
(DJ Paul) Sitting in my room with my gun c*cked and loaded
Put it to my head and I'm 'bout to explode it
Smokin' up some killa and I'm headed on some crazy sh*t
I'm gettin high like I'm depressed and I just hit a crazy b*tch
That ain't the case 'cause we don't sweat the old hoes
Unless she on her knees giving a n*gga deep throat
'Cause see I can't cope, with fake n*ggas
Fake b*tches, fake playas I cut they mothaf*ckin' throat
And I'll kill my motherf*ckin' self
Before I let one of you f*ckin' cowards get the credit for my death
I'll run up in yo pad with a pocket full of bombs
Blow you bums to the motherf*ckin' slums

[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up!

[Verse 5: Violent J]
Bloody feet, no shoes, into a party
I wasn't invited, but that b*tch ignited
I screamed and laughed, chopping fools in half
I stab and hack, a mad lumberjack
Smell that fuel, hear the machine
Chuck's a demon, I must be dreamin'
Bloody showers, feel the power
We devour you f*ckin' cowards
A loony loose, Chuck full of juice
Beggin's no use, I knows no truce
It's yo noose about to see your own produce
Written by Shaggy, Three Six, and Joe Bruce! Ha ha ha!
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut 'em up chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up Chuck! (Go) Cut 'em up!