Luyện nghe bài hát Mind of a Lunatic

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

[ verse 1: bushwick ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep
Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the ends
The sight of blood me, shoot you in the head
Sit down, and you bleed to death
I the sound of your last breath
Shouldn't have been around, I all the way left
You was in the right place with me at the wrong
I'm a psychopath, in a lose my fuckin mind
Calm down, back to
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's to me
Flashes, I get flashes of
Gimme a knife, a lives I'm wastin
The shadow of death me, I don't give a fuck
Pussy play superman, your ass'll get up
Put him in a jacket, the man's sick
is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic

(he's a who's a menace to our society)
(he's a) (he's a)
(he's a paranoiac who's a 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 rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her
Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her
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 her, I gave her a rose
slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse I left her
And drew my name on the like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my
I had a guage, a grenade, and a nine
911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're with a lunatic

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

[ verse 3: ]
I sit alone in my four-cornered room at candles
Dreamin of the people dismantled
I close my eyes and in the
the images of sons of bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein up
Once I attack, I'm a pit on a rage that's goin for guts
Boys used to die I'm full fo that fry
I be ebbin when I'm
So I say 'fuck' and let bullets fly
Like I said before, is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal
I'm on the tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, takin no shit
Cause here a lunatic

[ verse 4: ]
My girl's skinny, she's strung out on coke
So I went to her house and cut out her throat
Her was standin 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 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 clicked in my head, of bodies in plastic
The scent of buckshots in flesh
Pigs dyin from bullet to the chest
No sheriff's 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 up another fry
It got me as fuck
A ragin psychotic of that angel's dust
The cops had the place
for a way to get out - I found it
Innocent bystanders me set an example
I popped one, "let me go,
free
Or all of these muthafuckas with me"
All of a the shit got silent
I remember wakin up, in an
treated like 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 thought up in the mind of a lunatic

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

[ 5: willie d ]
November 1st
A damn fool was born with the mind of a
I shoulda been
But sister around and let me live
Now I a criminal behaviour
with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition,
Your dental records prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk
Cross the line, your ass is
I don't give a if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, faze me
Your funky ass will be pushin up
You wanna know what makes me
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
Unless ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your muthafuckin up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're
I don't give a who I slay
Don't let me get a hold of e&j
Cause the shit hit the fan
I'll stab your ass quicker a mexican
The I leave 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 of a lunatic