No chorus hook to this song,
Just skits of Chuckie talking from
the movies
Hi, I'm Chuckie
Wanna plaaaaaaaaayyyyyyy?
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 88 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 f ked means
you're better off dead
I wanna see food so I
fished in a child's head
Motherf kers be worried cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog
legs, mmm... cake mi !
Friday the 13th the
night of the living dead
? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I
would say you got lucky
All bodies found dead, f k
it, blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's
play... motherf ka!
Verse 2: Bushwick Bill
Aw, f k, 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 motherf kin 15 pack
And I'll be damned if I don't
bring 15 dead niggas back
A murder contest, you know I'll win it
Cause in every mailbo , 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
motherf ckin' brick!
Half my body is Chuckie,
the other half is Bushwick
A short n a always pumpin' some lead
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 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to go against Chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you,
how the f k 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
Verse 3: Bushwick Bill
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 'im
Some say I'm crazy,
some say I'm on crack
Before I die cut off my
leg and let me die in Iraq
A born loser,
some say I'm mindless
If I get pissed off, you
leave naked and spineless
Worse than Charles Manson,
never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalking last
night and killed 300 people
When I woke up they had
me chained to the floor
When they told me what I
did I killed 300 more,
yo!
You wanna rumble? Then
go get your war hat
I went to jail for
assault with a carjack
I might be small but my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is
let me keep your f kin kids
Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right,
they dyin' tonight
So, uh, ain't no use in
you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherf kin note
that says "Chuckie's got em!"
But MOM! CHUCKIE IS HERE!
AND HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!
(Lil Andy cries)
Ahuh Ahuh Ahuh.
