歌曲 | Mind of a Lunatic |
歌手 | Geto Boys |
专辑 | Grip It! On That Other Level |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(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 |
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 fourcornered 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 |
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 fourcornered 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 |