ghetto boys mind of a lunatic Lyrics

he�s a paranoiac who�s a menace to our society)

[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta f___ somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
I hear the sound of your last breath
Shouldn�t have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
I�m a psychopath, in a minute lose my f___in mind
Calm down, back to reality
Don�t fear death, cause I know that it�s promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I�m wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don�t give a f___
p____ play superman, your a__�ll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the man�s sick
This 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 warm
She�s naked, and I�m a peepin tom
Her body�s beautiful, so I�m thinkin rape
Shouldn�t have had her curtains open, so that�s her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the b____ by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I�m cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the f___in
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had s__ with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the b____
But the cops ain�t s___ when they�re f___in 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 candles
Dreamin of the people I�ve dismantled
I close my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of b____es that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein f___ed up
Once I attack, I�m like a pit on a rage that�s goin for guts
Boys used to die when I�m full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I�m high
So I say �f___� and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I�m on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And b____, come equipped, ain�t takin no s___
Cause here comes a lunatic

[ verse 4: scarface ]
My girl�s gettin skinny, she�s strung out on c__e
So I went to her mother�s house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny�s a__
Went to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny�s on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the b____
A cop says (freeze, m____fucka!) b____, suck my d___
I said, "die, m____fuckas!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff�s gonna take me on a road
Dark as f___, and let his pistols explode
f___ that, cause I ain�ts to die
So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as f___
A ragin psychotic full of that angel�s dust
The cops had the place surrounded
Hunted for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an example
I popped one, "let me go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these m____fuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the s___ got silent
I remember wakin up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all b_____, and both of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? this ain�t as harsh as it gets
No 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 1966
A d___ fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister f___ed around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal behaviour
f___ with me, and I�ll slay ya
a__, beyond recognition, s___
Your dental records couldn�t prove your identity, b____
I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
You�ll never find a m____fucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your a__ is mine
I don�t give a f___ if you�re 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don�t faze me
Your funky a__ will be pushin up daisies
You 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 f___ with me
Unless your a__ wanna be made history
I�ll blow your m____fuckin house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they�re f___ed
I don�t give a d___ who I slay
Don�t let me get a hold of some e&j
Cause when the s___ hit the fan
I�ll stab your a__ quicker than a mexican
The nightmares I leave you with on the scene
Will make freddy b____ a__ look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a b____
I got the mind of a lunatic