- Letra Chuckie de Geto Boys
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Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasnt shit
Thats why I murdered your neices
Wasnt my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Dont let em run
Hurry up and catch em
You grab an arm I grab an arm lets pull till we stretch em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means youre better off dead
I wanna see food so I fished in a childs head
Motherfuckers be worried cause Im 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 didnt die, Id say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is childs play... motherfucka!!!
Verse 2:
Aw fuck, chucks on a killin spree!
Gimme some barb and Ill start by killin me!
When I murder, I tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girls back off
My name is chuckie, some say Im insane
You give me some gin, and I might eat a dogs brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And Ill be damned if I dont bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know Ill win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
Im gettin hungry
I 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
Havent figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
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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 Im mad, Im ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it aint nothin but childs play
Verse 3:
Youd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you dont Ill come out shootin
With my head in a birds chest
Pissed off,
The way Im always soundin
Killed a punk in 82, and they just now found im
Some say Im crazy
Some say Im on crack
Before I die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say Im 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 Im a teach em how to act
And if they aint actin right
They dyin tonight!
So, uh
Aint no use in you tryin to spot em
I send you a motherfuckin note that says chuckies got em!
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