Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

[ verse 1: bushwick ]
Paranoid, in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, you in the head
Sit down, and watch you to death
I the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way
You was in the right place with me at the time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute my fuckin mind
Calm down, back to
Don't fear death, cause I know that promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of
Gimme a knife, a million I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a
Pussy play superman, your ass'll get up
Put him in a straight jacket, the sick
is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

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

[ 2: bushwick bill ]
Lookin through her window, now my body is
naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her
Drug her back in, slammed her on the couch
out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and commenced the
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a
slit 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 crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a
911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin a lunatic

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

[ verse 3: ]
I sit in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people dismantled
I my eyes and in the circle
Appears the 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
used to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be when I'm high
So I say and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, is my identity
A maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no
Cause comes a lunatic

[ 4: scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her
Her was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass
Went to the back and a shovel
Now on her way to meet the devil
Pulled out my .38 and at the bitch
A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, my dick
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I
Something clicked in my head, of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in flesh
Pigs dyin bullet wounds to the chest
No gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his 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 surrounded
for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders watch me set an
I one, "let me go, goddammit
Scot
Or all of muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit got
I remember up, in an asylum
Bein treated like a kid
My was all bloody, and both of my wrists 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)

[ 5: willie d ]
November 1st
A damn fool was with the mind of a lunatic
I been killed
But sister around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal
Fuck me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove identity, bitch
I beg pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your cartons
Cross the line, ass is mine
I don't give a if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, faze me
Your ass will be pushin up daisies
You know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the of a lunatic

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

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