Verse one: Bushwick Bill
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I told you size wasn't shit
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That's why I murdered your neices
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Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
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Don't let 'em run
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Hurry up and catch 'em
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You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
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Play pussy, get fucked
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Means you're better off dead
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I wanna see food so I feast in a child's head
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Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick
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Dead heads and frog legs
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Mmm... cake mix!
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Friday the 13th
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The night of the living dead
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vampire arms walkin' 'round givin niggas head
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If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
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All bodies found dead
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Fuck it, blame it on Chuckie
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But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!
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Verse 2:
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Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
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Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
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When I murder, I tried to slack off
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Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
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My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane
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You give me some gin, 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 bring 15 dead niggas back!
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A murder contest,
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You know I'll win it
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Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
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I'm gettin hungry
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I need to be fed
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I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
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Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
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Half my body is Chuckie
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The other half is Bushwick
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A short nigga
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Always pumpin' some lead
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Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
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What up
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Get up
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Sit up
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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 utensils
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Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
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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?
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Yo,
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When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay
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The graveyards are packed
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But it ain't nothin' but child's play
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Verse 3:
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You'd better murder me
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Put me to rest
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Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin
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With my head in a bird's chest
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Pissed off,
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The way I'm always soundin'
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Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
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Some say I'm crazy
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Some say I'm on crack
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Before I die
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Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq
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A born loooser
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Some say I'm mindless
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If I get pissed off
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You leave naked and spineless
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Worse than Charles Manson
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Never havin' a equal
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Went sleepwalkin' last 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 300 more
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Yo
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You wanna rumble?
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Then go get your war hat
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I went to jail for assault with a carjack
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I might be small
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But my nuts are big
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The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
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Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
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And if they ain't actin' right
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They dyin' tonight!
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So, uh
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Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
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I send you a motherfuckin note that says "Chuckie's got em!"
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Chuckie
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