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lirik lagu mind of a lunatic (lp version) – geto boys

[verse 1: bushwick bill]
paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
thinking – i gotta f-ck 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 f-cking 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 f-ck
pussy play superman, your -ss’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 b-tch 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 f-ckin’
she begged in a low voice “please don’t k!ll me”
i slit her throat and watch her shake like on tv
now there’s a witness, all in my business
sitting with a bl–dy body next to me i’m nervous
now the time has come for me to make a decision
should 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 90s y’all, so don’t even try it
don’t f-ck with me boy, cause i’m no karais[?]
i’m game for an outbreak, if you wanna break
it’s just another motherf-cker’s life that i take
d’ak’s on the violent tip, ain’t takin no shit
and if you think imma quit, then b-tch come equipped
’cause i’mma get down for mine, just like a g-o
this ain’t the f-ckin’ 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 -ss
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 b-st-rds, suck my d-ck
i said “die motherf-ckers!” as i blasted
something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
the scents of buckshots in human flesh
n-gg-s dying from bullet wounds to the chest
no sheriff’s gonna take me on a road
dark as f-ck, and let his pistols explode
f-ck that ’cause i ain’ts to die
so i reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
it got me crazy as f-ck
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 f-ckers 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 bl–dy, 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 n-gg- was born with the mind of a lunatic
i should of been k!lled
but sister f-cked around and let me live
now i’m a threat to society
every-motherf-ckin-body and their momma trying to quiet me
i’m telling you i’m straight out the nickel
and we ain’t got -ss lickers, just -ss 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 b-tch like she stole something
ya weak hoes might say i’m sick
but for real n-gg-s 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 f-ck with me
unless your -ss wanna be made history
i’ll blow your motherf-cking house up
and if your wife and kids are inside, they’re f-cked
i don’t give a d-mn 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 -ss quicker than a mexican
the nightmares i leave you with on the scene
will make freddy b-tch -ss look like a wet dream
this is fact, not fictional, son of a b-tch
i got the mind of a lunatic

- geto boys

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