Chuckie 歌词
| 歌曲 | Chuckie |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | We Can't Be Stopped |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Prince, Shaw | |
| verse one：bushwick bill | |
| I told you size wasn't shit | |
| That's why i murdered your neices | |
| 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 pussy, get fucked | |
| Means you're better off dead | |
| I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head | |
| Motherfuckers be worried 'cause i'm 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 didn't die, i'd say you got lucky | |
| All bodies found dead | |
| Fuck it, blame it on chuckie | |
| But this is child's play... motherfucka!!! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Aw fuck, 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 motherfuckin 15-pack | |
| And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead niggas 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 motherfuckin' brick! | |
| Half my body is chuckie | |
| The other half is bushwick | |
| A short nigga | |
| Always pumpin' some lead | |
| 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 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 i'm mad, i'm ready to slay | |
| The graveyards are packed | |
| But it ain't nothin' but child's play | |
| Verse 3: | |
| 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 | |
| Pissed 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 loooser | |
| Some say i'm 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 i'm a 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 motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!" |
| zuo ci : Prince, Shaw | |
| verse one: bushwick bill | |
| I told you size wasn' t shit | |
| That' s why i murdered your neices | |
| 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 pussy, get fucked | |
| Means you' re better off dead | |
| I wanna see food so i fished in a child' s head | |
| Motherfuckers be worried ' cause i' m 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 didn' t die, i' d say you got lucky | |
| All bodies found dead | |
| Fuck it, blame it on chuckie | |
| But this is child' s play... motherfucka!!! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Aw fuck, 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 motherfuckin 15pack | |
| And i' ll be damned if i don' t bring 15 dead niggas 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 motherfuckin' brick! | |
| Half my body is chuckie | |
| The other half is bushwick | |
| A short nigga | |
| Always pumpin' some lead | |
| 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 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 i' m mad, i' m ready to slay | |
| The graveyards are packed | |
| But it ain' t nothin' but child' s play | |
| Verse 3: | |
| 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 | |
| Pissed 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 loooser | |
| Some say i' m 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 i' m a 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 motherfuckin note that says " chuckie' s got em!" |
| zuò cí : Prince, Shaw | |
| verse one: bushwick bill | |
| I told you size wasn' t shit | |
| That' s why i murdered your neices | |
| 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 pussy, get fucked | |
| Means you' re better off dead | |
| I wanna see food so i fished in a child' s head | |
| Motherfuckers be worried ' cause i' m 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 didn' t die, i' d say you got lucky | |
| All bodies found dead | |
| Fuck it, blame it on chuckie | |
| But this is child' s play... motherfucka!!! | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Aw fuck, 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 motherfuckin 15pack | |
| And i' ll be damned if i don' t bring 15 dead niggas 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 motherfuckin' brick! | |
| Half my body is chuckie | |
| The other half is bushwick | |
| A short nigga | |
| Always pumpin' some lead | |
| 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 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 i' m mad, i' m ready to slay | |
| The graveyards are packed | |
| But it ain' t nothin' but child' s play | |
| Verse 3: | |
| 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 | |
| Pissed 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 loooser | |
| Some say i' m 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 i' m a 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 motherfuckin note that says " chuckie' s got em!" |
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