Skitso - Bushwick Bill

Aww shit

I woke up on the wrong side of bed today

Lookin for some homo sapiens to slay

Lost in panicked thoughts, damn

Frantic killings constantly, now I’m sought

Wanted, but I give a fuck, fool I’m the hunter not the hunted

Bushwick the name Geto Boy executioner

Terminator, murder revolutioner

Street stalker, causer — of metamorphosis

Late night rapes, body found in a forest

No clues left behind, a fool from the darkside

Continous killings, many unsolved homicides

No ordinary kid, got a top and no lid holes

Kidnappin child, permanently dispose

The controversy falls around Bushwick’s a hacksaw

Command gland slayin, with no flaws

When death knocks on your door and wants to come in Time to pay up MOTHERFUCKERS, these are the wages of sin

Yo Bill, I come to get you out of this motherfucker

Now I want you to come over here, it’s okay

And tell Dr. Lumbar, how good you really feelin ow PARANOID!

Sittin in a deep sweat

Thinkin, I gotta fuck somebody before the weekend

The sight of blood excites me Shoot you in the head, sit down and watch it bleed to death

I hear the sound of your last breath

Shouldn’ta been around, I went all the way left

You was in the right place for 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 was promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason

Gimme a knife and many 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 straightjacket, the man’s sick

This is what goes on in the mind of Bushwick

Aww shit, man you done fucked up You done scared the shit out of that doctor

Now that shit you told the lawyer, I don’t wanna hear

Man tell me exactly how that bitch set herself up Lookin through her window, now my body is warm

She’s naked, and I’m a peeping tom

Her body’s beautiful, so I’m thinking rape

Shouldn’ta 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 to fuckin

She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose

Then slit her throat and watched her shake 'til 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 gauge, a grenade, and even a nine

Dial 911 for the bitch

But the cops say shit when they’re fuckin with Bushwick

You know Bill, this is a bunch of Shirley Temple bullshit

And I know you’d rather be hated for what you are

Than loved for what you not

So the thing you have to do, is tell these motherfuckers, who you are

I’m Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckwick!

Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and fuck me Cause I’m known to pull your skull out

Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin eyes out

I’m insane by a longshot hey

Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Libre

A short nigga with some long nuts

Drop you dead in your bed, now I’m ready for a long fuck

Necromance that ass for a minute

And split that motherfuckin clit when I’m finished

You punk bitches be retreatin, check it Freddie and Jason runnin home with they mouths bleedin

So welcome to the slaughterhouse champs

Fifth Ward Texas, Chuckwick concentration camp

You punk motherfuckers fled

And those who didn’t make it got two to the fuckin head!

My nigga, my nigga

Boy you let your nuts hang to the floor

Now let’s blow this motherfucker up, and G.O.