Geto Boys - Mind Of A Lunatic Lyrics
(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweatThinkin I gotta ***** somebody before the week endsThe sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the headSit down, and watch you bleed to deathI hear the sound of your last breathShouldnt have been around, I went all the way leftYou was in the right place with me at the wrong timeIm a psychopath, in a minute lose my *****in mindCalm down, back to realityDont fear death, cause I know that its promised to meFlashes, I get flashes of jasonGimme a knife, a million lives Im wastinThe shadow of death follows me, I dont give a ********** play superman, your assll get boxed upPut him in a straight jacket, the mans sickThis is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)(hes a) (hes a)(hes a paranoiac whos a menace to our society)[ verse 2: bushwick bill ]Lookin through her window, now my body is warmShes *****, and Im a peepin tomHer bodys beautiful, so Im thinkin rapeShouldnt have had her curtains open, so thats her fateLeavin out her house, grabbed the ***** by her mouthDrug her back in, slammed her down on the couchWhipped out my knife, said, if you scream, Im cuttinOpened her legs and commenced the *****inShe begged me not to kill her, I gave her a roseThen slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closedHad sex with the corpse before I left herAnd drew my name on the wall like helter skelterRun for shelter never crossed my mindI had a guage, a grenade, and even a nineDial 911 for the *****But the cops aint shit when theyre *****in with a lunatic(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)(maniac) (maniac)(another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac)[ verse 3: scarface ]I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candlesDreamin of the people Ive dismantledI close my eyes and in the circleAppears the images of sons of *****es that I murderedFlashbacks of bodies bein *****ed upOnce I attack, Im like a pit on a rage thats goin for gutsBoys used to die when Im full fo that fryI be ebbin when Im highSo I say ***** and just let bullets flyLike I said before, scarface is my identityA homicidal maniac with sucidal tendenciesIm on the violent tip, so yo, get a gripAnd *****, come equipped, aint takin no shitCause here comes a lunatic[ verse 4: scarface ]My girls gettin skinny, shes strung out on cokeSo I went to her mothers house and cut out her throatHer grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, brad!As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on grannys assWent to the back and grabbed a shovelNow grannys on her way to meet the devilPulled out my .38 and aimed at the *****A cop says (freeze, mutha*****a!) *****, suck my dickI said, die, mutha*****as! as I blastedSomething clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plasticThe scent of buckshots in human fleshPigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chestNo sheriffs gonna take me on a roadDark as *****, and let his pistols explode***** that, cause I aints to dieSo I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fryIt got me crazy as *****A ragin psychotic full of that angels dustThe cops had the place surroundedHunted for a way to get out - I found itInnocent bystanders watch me set an exampleI popped one, let me go, goddammitScot freeOr all of these mutha*****as comin with meAll of a sudden the shit got silentI remember wakin up, in an asylumBein treated like a troubled kidMy shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slitThink this is harsh? this aint as harsh as it getsNo tellin whats bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic(maniac)(maniac)(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)(I cant quit)[ verse 5: willie d ]November 1st 1966A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunaticI shoulda been killedBut sister *****ed around and let me liveNow I developped a criminal behaviour***** with me, and Ill slay yaAss, beyond recognition, shitYour dental records couldnt prove your identity, *****I beg your pardon, on talkin to bordenYoull never find a mutha*****a, so save your milk cartonsCross the line, your ass is mineI dont give a ***** if youre 9 or 99Blind, crippled, and crazy, dont faze meYour funky ass will be pushin up daisiesYou wanna know what makes me click?My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic(lets get out of here, that guy is crazy)(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)[ verse 6: willie d ]I aint got it all, so dont ***** with meUnless your ass wanna be made historyIll blow your mutha*****in house upAnd if your wife and kids are inside, theyre *****edI dont give a damn who I slayDont let me get a hold of some e&jCause when the shit hit the fanIll stab your ass quicker than a mexicanThe nightmares I leave you with on the sceneWill make freddy ***** ass look like a wet dreamThis is fact, not fictional, son of a *****I got the mind of a lunatic
