Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

[ verse 1: bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a sweat
I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and watch you bleed to
I hear the of your last breath
Shouldn't been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right with me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin
Calm down, back to
fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get of jason
Gimme a knife, a million I'm wastin
The shadow of death me, I don't give a fuck
play superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a straight jacket, the sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a

(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 ]
through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin
Shouldn't have had her open, so that's her fate
out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth
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
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes
Had sex the corpse before I left her
And drew my on the wall 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 with a lunatic

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

[ 3: scarface ]
I sit in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the people I've
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 rage goin for guts
Boys to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm
So I say and just let bullets fly
Like I before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't no shit
Cause comes a lunatic

[ verse 4: ]
My girl's gettin skinny, strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her
Her grandma was standin there, she was out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the on granny's ass
to the back and grabbed a shovel
Now granny's on her way to meet the
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 scent of buckshots in human
Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the
No gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his explode
that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me as fuck
A ragin full of that angel's dust
The had the place surrounded
for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders me set an example
I one, "let me go, goddammit
Scot
Or all of these muthafuckas with me"
All of a sudden the shit got
I wakin up, in an asylum
treated like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? ain't as harsh as it gets
No tellin what's bein thought up in the of a lunatic

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

[ verse 5: d ]
1st 1966
A fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda killed
But sister fucked and let me live
Now I developped a criminal
Fuck me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition,
Your dental couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin to
never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, faze me
funky ass will be pushin up daisies
You wanna know what 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 fuck with me
your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow muthafuckin house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're
I give a damn who I slay
Don't let me get a hold of e&j
when the shit hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker a mexican
The nightmares I you with on the scene
Will freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a