Chuckie Geto Boys

[Intro]
Hi, I'm Chuckie, wanna play?

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
I told you size wasn't shit, that's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in eighty eight 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 wanted seafood so I fished in a child’s head
Motherfuckers beware cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs, mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th the night of the living dead
Vampire arms walkin' 'round givin' niggas head
If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky
All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play, motherfucka!

[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
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 fifteen 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 motherfгckin' brick
Half my body is Chuckie, the other half is Bushwick
A short nigga always pumpin' some lead
I 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 utensil
Inside his chest they found ten thousand pencils
You have the nerve 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