Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

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

(he's a who's 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 is warm
naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin
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 legs and the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I her a rose
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 wall like helter
Run for shelter never my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a
911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when fuckin with a lunatic

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

[ 3: scarface ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room at candles
Dreamin of the people I've
I my eyes and in the circle
Appears the images of sons of that I murdered
Flashbacks of bein fucked up
I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys to die when I'm full fo that fry
I be when I'm high
So I say and just let bullets fly
I said before, scarface is my identity
A maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a
And bitch, equipped, ain't takin no shit
here comes a lunatic

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

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

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