Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

(he's a paranoiac who's a to our society)

[ 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week
The sight of blood exites me, you in the head
Sit down, and you bleed to death
I the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin
Calm down, back to
Don't fear death, cause I that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get of jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm
The shadow of death follows me, I don't a fuck
Pussy play superman, ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a jacket, the man's sick
This is what goes on in the of a lunatic

(he's a paranoiac a menace to our society)
(he's a) (he's a)
(he's a paranoiac a menace to our society)

[ verse 2: bill ]
through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a tom
Her beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the by her mouth
Drug her in, slammed her down on the couch
out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her and commenced the fuckin
She me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the before I left her
And drew my name on the like helter skelter
Run for shelter never my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a
Dial 911 for the
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin a lunatic

(another innocent of this homicidal maniac)
(maniac) (maniac)
(another innocent victim of homicidal maniac)

[ verse 3: ]
I sit alone in my room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people dismantled
I my eyes and in the circle
the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies fucked up
Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a that's goin for guts
Boys to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin I'm high
So I say and just let bullets fly
I said before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, takin no shit
Cause comes a lunatic

[ verse 4: ]
My girl's gettin skinny, strung out on coke
So I to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was out, "brad!"
As she for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass
to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the
A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, my dick
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I
Something in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The of buckshots in human flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the
No sheriff's take me on a road
as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that, I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my uzi and fired up fry
It got me crazy as
A ragin full of that angel's dust
The cops had the place
Hunted for a way to get out - I it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an
I one, "let me go, goddammit
Scot
Or all of these muthafuckas comin me"
All of a sudden the got silent
I remember up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my was slit
Think this is harsh? this ain't as as it gets
No what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic

(maniac)
(maniac)
(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)
(I quit)

[ verse 5: d ]
1st 1966
A damn was born with the mind of a lunatic
I been killed
But fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal
with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition,
Your records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save milk cartons
Cross the line, ass is mine
I don't a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't me
Your funky ass be pushin up daisies
You wanna know what me click?
My said I got the mind of a lunatic

(let's get out of here, guy is crazy)
(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)

[ verse 6: d ]
I got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made
I'll your muthafuckin house up
And if your and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't give a who I slay
let me get a hold of some e&j
Cause the shit hit the fan
I'll your ass quicker than a mexican
The I leave you with on the scene
Will make freddy ass look like a wet dream
is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a