Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

[ 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep
I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and you bleed to death
I hear the sound of last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I all the way left
You was in the right place me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin
down, back to reality
Don't fear death, I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of
Gimme a knife, a million I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I give a fuck
play superman, your ass'll get boxed up
Put him in a jacket, the man's sick
This is 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 paranoiac who's a 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, the bitch by her mouth
Drug her back in, her down on the couch
out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her and commenced the fuckin
She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter
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 with a lunatic

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

[ 3: scarface ]
I sit in my four-cornered room starin at candles
Dreamin of the I've dismantled
I close my and in the circle
Appears the of sons of bitches that I murdered
of bodies bein 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 'fuck' and let bullets fly
Like I before, scarface is my identity
A homicidal with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a
And bitch, come equipped, takin no shit
here comes a lunatic

[ 4: scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, she's out on coke
So I went to her mother's and cut out her throat
Her grandma was there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on ass
Went to the back and grabbed a
Now granny's on her way to the devil
out my .38 and aimed at the bitch
A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, my dick
I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I
clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scent of in human flesh
dyin from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols
Fuck that, I ain'ts to die
So I my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me as fuck
A ragin psychotic full of angel's dust
The cops had the place
Hunted for a way to get out - I it
Innocent watch me set an example
I popped one, "let me go,
free
Or all of muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the got silent
I remember up, in an asylum
Bein like a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and both of my was slit
Think is harsh? this 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)

[ 5: willie d ]
1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the of a lunatic
I shoulda been
But fucked around and let me live
Now I developped a criminal
Fuck with me, and slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition,
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity,
I beg pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't me
Your funky ass will be pushin up
You wanna know what makes me
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 ain't got it all, so don't with me
Unless ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, fucked
I don't give a damn who I
let me get a hold of some e&j
Cause when the 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
This is fact, not fictional, son of a
I got the of a lunatic