Текст песни Geto Boys - Mind of a Lunatic
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(He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweatThinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week endsThe sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to deathI hear the sound of your last breathShouldn`t have been around, I went all the way leftYou was in the right place with me at the wrong timeI`m a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mindCalm down, back to realityDon`t fear death, cause I know that it`s promised to meFlashes, I get flashes of JasonGimme a knife, a million lives I`m wastinThe shadow of death follows me, I don`t give a fuckPussy play Superman, your ass`ll get boxed upPut him in a straight jacket, the man`s sickThis is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic(He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)(He`s a) (He`s a) (He`s a paranoiac who`s a menace to our society)[ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ]Lookin through her window, now my body is warmShe`s naked, and I`m a peepin tomHer body`s beautiful, so I`m thinkin rapeShouldn`t have had her curtains open, so that`s her fateLeavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouthDrug her back in, slammed her down on the couchWhipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I`m cuttin"Opened her legs and commenced the fuckinShe begged me not to kill her, I gave her a roseThen slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closedHad sex with the corpse before I left herAnd drew my name on the wall like helter skelterRun for shelter never crossed my mindI had a guage, a grenade, and even a nineDial 911 for the bitchBut the cops ain`t shit when they`re fuckin 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 candlesDreamin of the people I`ve dismantledI close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murderedFlashbacks of bodies bein fucked upOnce I attack, I`m like a pit on a rage that`s goin for gutsBoys used to die when I`m full fo that fryI be ebbin when I`m high So I say `fuck` and just let bullets flyLike I said before, Scarface is my identityA homicidal maniac with sucidal tendenciesI`m on the violent tip, so yo, get a gripAnd bitch, come equipped, ain`t takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic[ VERSE 4: Scarface ]My girl`s gettin skinny, she`s strung out on cokeSo I went to her mother`s house and cut out her throatHer grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "Brad!"As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny`s assWent to the back and grabbed a shovelNow granny`s on her way to meet the devilPulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitchA cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dickI said, "Die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plasticThe scent of buckshots in human fleshPigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chestNo sheriff`s gonna take me on a roadDark as fuck, and let his pistols explodeFuck that, cause I ain`ts to dieSo I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fryIt got me crazy as fuckA ragin psychotic full of that Angel`s DustThe cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found itInnocent bystanders watch me set an exampleI popped one, "Let me go, goddammitScot freeOr all of these muthafuckas comin with me"All of a sudden the shit got silentI remember wakin up, in an asylumBein treated like a troubled kidMy shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slitThink this is harsh? This ain`t as harsh as it getsNo tellin what`s bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic(Maniac)(Maniac)(Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)(I can`t quit)[ VERSE 5: Willie D ]November 1st 1966A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunaticI shoulda been killedBut sister fucked around and let me liveNow I developped a criminal behaviourFuck with me, and I`ll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shitYour dental records couldn`t prove your identity, bitchI beg your pardon, on talkin to bordenYou`ll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartonsCross the line, your ass is mineI don`t give a fuck if you`re 9 or 99Blind, crippled, and crazy, don`t faze meYour funky ass will be pushin up daisiesYou wanna know what makes me click?My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic(Let`s get out of here, that guy is crazy)(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]I ain`t got it all, so don`t fuck with meUnless your ass wanna be made historyI`ll blow your muthafuckin house upAnd if your wife and kids are inside, they`re fucked I don`t give a damn who I slayDon`t let me get a hold of some E&JCause when the shit hit the fanI`ll stab your ass quicker than a MexicanThe nightmares I leave you with on the sceneWill make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dreamThis is fact, not fictional, son of a bitchI got the mind of a lunatic