Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Geto BoysНазвание : ChuckieДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap gangsta rap hip hop dirty south Видео:
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Verse one: bushwick bill I told you size wasnt shit Thats why I murdered your neices Wasnt my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Dont let em run Hurry up and catch em You grab an arm I grab an arm lets pull till we stretch em Play pussy, get fucked Means youre better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a childs head Motherfuckers be worried cause Im sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ? ? ? ? ? ? walkin round givin niggas head If you didnt die, Id say you got lucky All bodies found dead Fuck it, blame it on chuckie But this is childs play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chucks on a killin spree! Gimme some barb and Ill start by killin me! When I murder, I tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girls back off My name is chuckie, some say Im insane You give me some gin, and I might eat a dogs brain! Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack And Ill be damned if I dont bring 15 dead niggas back! A murder contest, You know Ill win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it Im gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin necks with a motherfuckin brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short nigga Always pumpin some lead Havent figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead What up Get up Sit up You get lit up A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up A 9, a uzi is my only utensils Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to try to go against chuck? With fifty guns aimed at you How the fuck you gonna duck? Yo, When Im mad, Im ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it aint nothin but childs play Verse 3: Youd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you dont Ill come out shootin With my head in a birds chest Pissed off, The way Im always soundin Killed a punk in 82, and they just now found im Some say Im crazy Some say Im on crack Before I die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say Im mindless If I get pissed off You leave naked and spineless Worse than charles manson Never havin a equal Went sleepwalkin last night and killed 300 people When I woke up they had me chained to the floor When they told me what I did I killed 300 more Yo You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat I went to jail for assault with a carjack I might be small But my nuts are big The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids Cause Im a teach em how to act And if they aint actin right They dyin tonight! So, uh Aint no use in you tryin to spot em I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckies got em!" | Похожие исполнители:
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