Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

[ 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody the week ends
The sight of blood exites me, you in the head
Sit down, and watch you to death
I hear the of your last breath
have been around, I went all the way left
You was in the right place me at the wrong time
I'm a psychopath, in a lose my fuckin mind
down, back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know it's promised to me
Flashes, I get of jason
a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death follows me, I give a fuck
Pussy play superman, your ass'll get up
Put him in a straight jacket, the sick
This is what goes on in the mind of a

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

[ 2: bushwick bill ]
Lookin her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a tom
Her beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her
her back in, slammed her down on the couch
out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin"
Opened her legs and the fuckin
She me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her closed
Had sex with the corpse I left her
And my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and a nine
911 for the bitch
But the cops shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic

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

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

[ 4: scarface ]
My gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her
Her grandma was there, she was screamin out, "brad!"
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on 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 (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck 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 sheriff's take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols
that, cause 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
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 got silent
I remember wakin up, in an
Bein treated a troubled kid
My shirt was all bloody, and of my wrists was slit
Think this is harsh? this as harsh as it gets
No tellin what's bein thought up in the of a lunatic

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

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

(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 fuck me
Unless your ass be made history
I'll your muthafuckin house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're
I don't give a damn who I
Don't let me get a hold of e&j
when the shit hit the fan
I'll stab ass quicker than a mexican
The I leave you with on the scene
make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream
This is fact, not fictional, son of a
I got the mind of a