作词 : Prince, Shaw verse one：bushwick bill I told you size wasn't *************t That's why i murdered your neices Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Don't let 'em run Hurry up and catch 'em You grab an arm i grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em Play *************, get ****** Means you're better off dead I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head Mother******s be worried 'cause i'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ??? ??? walkin' 'round givin *************s head If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky All bodies found dead ************* it, blame it on chuckie But this is child's play... mother*************a!!! Verse 2: Aw *************, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and i'll start by killin me! When i murder, i tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off My name is chuckie, some say i'm insane You give me some gin, and i might eat a dog's brain! Give me a mother****** 15-pack And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead *************s back! A murder contest, You know i'll win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it I'm gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin' necks with a mother******' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short ************* Always pumpin' some lead Haven't 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 ************* you gonna duck? Yo, When i'm mad, i'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it ain't nothin' but child's play Verse 3: You'd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you don't i'll come out shootin With my head in a bird's chest Pissed off, The way i'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Some say i'm crazy Some say i'm on crack Before i die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say i'm 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 ****** kids Cause i'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right They dyin' tonight! So, uh Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em I send you a mother****** note that says "chuckie's got em!"
作词 : Prince, Shaw verse one：bushwick bill I told you size wasn't *************t That's why i murdered your neices Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Don't let 'em run Hurry up and catch 'em You grab an arm i grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em Play *************, get ****** Means you're better off dead I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head Mother******s be worried 'cause i'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ??? ??? walkin' 'round givin *************s head If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky All bodies found dead ************* it, blame it on chuckie But this is child's play... mother*************a!!! Verse 2: Aw *************, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and i'll start by killin me! When i murder, i tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off My name is chuckie, some say i'm insane You give me some gin, and i might eat a dog's brain! Give me a mother****** 15-pack And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead *************s back! A murder contest, You know i'll win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it I'm gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin' necks with a mother******' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short ************* Always pumpin' some lead Haven't 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 ************* you gonna duck? Yo, When i'm mad, i'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it ain't nothin' but child's play Verse 3: You'd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you don't i'll come out shootin With my head in a bird's chest Pissed off, The way i'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Some say i'm crazy Some say i'm on crack Before i die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say i'm 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 ****** kids Cause i'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right They dyin' tonight! So, uh Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em I send you a mother****** note that says "chuckie's got em!"
