Verse one: bushwick bill      I told you size wasn't shit   That's why I murdered your neices   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 fucked   Means you're better off dead   I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head   Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick   Dead heads and frog legs   Mmm... cake mix!   Friday the 13th   The night of the living dead   ? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head   If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky   All bodies found dead   Fuck it, blame it on chuckie   But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!      Verse 2:      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 15 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 motherfuckin' brick!   Half my body is chuckie   The other half is bushwick   A short nigga   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 utensils   Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils   You have the nerve to try 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      Verse 3:      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 loooser   Some say I'm mindless   If I get pissed off   You leave naked and spineless   Worse than charles manson   Never havin' a equal   Went sleepwalkin' 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 fuckin 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 motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!"