Mind of a Lunatic

(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)
[ verse 1：bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin i gotta ******* 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
Shouldnt have been around, i went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
Im a psychopath, in a minute lose my ****** mind
Calm down, back to reality
Dont fear death , cause i know that its promised to me
Flashes, i get flashes of jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives im wastin
The shadow of death follows me, i dont give a ***** **
******* play superman, your assll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the mans sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic
(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)
(hes a) (hes a)
(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)
[ verse 2: bushwick bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
Shes naked, and im a peepin tom
Her bodys beautiful, so im thinkin rape
Shouldnt have had her curtains open, so thats her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the ******* by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, 'if you scream, im cuttin'
Opened her legs and commenced the ******
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 *** 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 *******
But the cops aint *******t when theyre ****** 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 ive dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of ******* that i murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein ****** up
Once i attack, im like a pit on a rage thats goin for guts
Boys used to die when im full fo that fry
I be ebbin when im high
So i say ******* and just let bullets fly
Like i said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
Im on the violent tip, so yo , get a grip
And *******, come equipped, aint takin no *******t
Cause here comes a lunatic
[ verse 4: scarface ]
My girls gettin skinny, shes strung out on coke
So i went to her mothers 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 grannys ass
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now grannys on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the ***** **
A cop says (freeze, mutha*******a!) *******, suck my *******
I said, 'die, mutha*******as !' 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 sheriffs gonna take me on a road
Dark as *******, and let his pistols explode
******* that, cause i aints to die
So i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as *******
A ragin psychotic full of that angels 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 mutha*******as comin with me'
All of a sudden the *******t got silent
I remember wakin up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My *******rt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? this aint as harsh as it gets
No tellin whats bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic
(maniac)
(maniac)
(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)
(i cant 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 ****** around and let me live
Now i developped a criminal behaviour
******* with me, and ill slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, *******t
Your dental records couldnt prove your identity, *******
I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
Youll never find a mutha*******a, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I dont give a ******* if youre 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, dont faze me
Your funky ass will be pu*** ****n up daisies
You wanna know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said i got the mind of a lunatic
(lets get out of here, that guy is crazy)
( ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)
[ verse 6: willie d ]
I aint got it all, so dont ******* with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
Ill blow your mutha****** house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, theyre ******
I dont give a damn who i slay
Dont let me get a hold of some e&j
Cause when the *******t hit the fan
Ill stab your ass quicker than a mexican
The nigh****** ares i leave you with on the scene
Will make freddy ******* ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a *******
I got the mind of a lunatic