Mind of a Lunatic (1992)

[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 for 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 Bill, 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 in a low voice - please don't kill me I slit her throat and watch her shake like on TV Now there's a witness, all in my business Sitting with a bloody body next to me I'm nervous Now the time has come for me to make a decision Do I live in reality? Or live in the television? Here come the cops, will they blow me to bits? This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 3: Scarface] I'm going insane! I can't keep it quiet The mind of a lunatic, considered psychotic Scarface of the 90's yall, so don't even try it Don't fuck with me boy, cause I'm no (Karais?) I'm game for an outbreak, if you wanna break It's just another motherfucker's life that I take D'Ak's on the violent tip, ain't takin no shit And if you think Imma quit, then bitch come equipped Cause I'mma get down for mine, just like a G-O This ain't the fuckin circus, stop clownin me ho Think this is harsh, this ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's being thought of, in the mind of a lunatic My boy's getting skinny, they tell me he smokes So I thrashed his apartment, and took money's dope They told him I done it, he caught up with me fast Acted like he had squabbin and so I whipped on his ass He reached for his pistol, and called on his crew I shot up his posse and put a hole in him too All comes the deputies and the sheriffs and shit Prejudiced bastards, suck my dick I said "Die Motherfuckers!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scents of buckshots in human flesh Niggas 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 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 Being 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 of, in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 4: Willie D.] November 1st 1966 A young nigga was born with the mind of a lunatic I should of been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I'm a thread to society Every motherfuckinbody and their momma trying to quiet me I'm telling you I'm straight out the nickel And we ain't got ass lickers, just ass kickers I'll whoop a punk in a minute And hope to god that his gal get in it The first time I see her jumping I'mma drop kick the bitch like she stole something Ya weak hoes might think I'm sick But for real niggas know I tolerate no bullshit You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic [Verse 5: 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