Tonart: E major•
Verse 1
Wanna play?
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Verse 2
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I told you size wasn't shit,
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that's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they
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head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run,
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I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
get fucked means you're better off dead
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I wanna see food so I fished
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Motherfuckers be weary
'cause I'm sick
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Dead heads and frog legs,
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Friday the 13th the night of
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Vampire arms walking 'round
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I would say you got lucky
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All bod ies found dead, fuck it,
blame it on Chuckie
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But this is child's play,
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Aw, fuck, Chuck's on a killin' spree
Verse 3
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Gimme some barb and I'll start
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When I murder, I tried to slack off
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Now 100 missiles blew a
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You give me some gin,
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and I might eat a dog's brain
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Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
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And I'll be damned if I don't
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bring 15 dead niggas back
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A murder contest, you know I'll win it
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'Cause in every mailbox,
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there be a head with a knife in it
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I'm gettin' hungry, I need to be fed
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I feel like eatin' a bag of
Bustin' necks with a
motherf*ckin' brick!
Half my body is Chuckie,
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the other half is Bushwick
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A short nigga always pumpin' some lead
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I Haven't 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
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A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
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A 9, a Uzi is my only utensil
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Inside his chest they found
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You have the nerve to try to
go against Chuck?
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With fifty guns aimed at you,
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how the fuck you gonna duck, yo?
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When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed,
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but it ain't nothin' but child's play
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Verse 4
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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 him
Before I die cut off my
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leg and let me die in Iraq
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A born loser, some say I'm mindless
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you leave naked and spineless
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Worse than Charles Manson,
never havin' a equal
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Went sleepwalking last
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night and killed 300 people
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When I woke up they had me
chained to the floor
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When they told me what I did I killed 300more,
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You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with
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I might be small but my nuts are big
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The worst that you could do is let me
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'Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
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And if they ain't actin' right,
they dyin' tonight
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So, uh,
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ain't no use in your tryin' to spot 'em
I'll send you a motherfuckin note that says
Outro 1
"Chuckie's got em!"
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