Mind of a Lunatic

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat Thinking, I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fucking mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin' The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Looking through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin'" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin' She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fucking with a lunatic [Verse 3: Scarface] I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Dreaming of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies being fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's going for guts Boys used to die when I'm full of that fry I be amping when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, Scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't taking no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [Verse 4: Scarface] My girl's getting skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standing there, she was screaming out, "Brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on Brad's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (Freeze, motherfucker!) Bitch, suck my dick I said, "Die, motherfuckers!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dying, from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A raging psychotic full of that Angel's Dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders was watching; set an example I popped one, "Let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these mother fuckers coming with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember waking up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets No telling what's being thought up in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 5: Willie D] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I should of been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developed a criminal behavior Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talking to Borden You'll never find a mother fucker, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic [Verse6: Willie D] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your motherfucking house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold to some E&J Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic