Mind Of A Lunatic
(专辑: Grip It! On That Other Level - 1990)
(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