(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)



[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]

Paranoidsittin in a deep sweat

Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends

The sight of blood exites meshoot you in the head

Sit downand watch you bleed to death

I hear the sound of your last breath

Shouldn't have been aroundI went all the way left

You was in the right place with me at the wrong time

I'm a psychopathin a minute lose my fuckin mind

Calm downback to reality

Don't fear deathcause I know that it's promised to me

FlashesI get flashes of jason

Gimme a knifea million lives I'm wastin

The shadow of death follows meI don't give a fuck

Pussy play supermanyour ass'll get boxed up

Put him in a straight jacketthe man's sick

This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic



(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)

(he's a) (he's a)

(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)



[ verse 2: bushwick bill ]

Lookin through her windownow my body is warm

She's nakedand I'm a peepin tom

Her body's beautifulso I'm thinkin rape

Shouldn't have had her curtains openso that's her fate

Leavin out her housegrabbed the bitch by her mouth

Drug her back inslammed her down on the couch

Whipped out my knifesaid"if you screamI'm cuttin"

Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin

She begged me not to kill herI gave her a rose

Then slit her throatand 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 guagea grenadeand even a nine

Dial 911 for the bitch

But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin 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 candles

Dreamin 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 bein fucked up

Once I attackI'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts

Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry

I be ebbin when I'm high

So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly

Like I said beforescarface is my identity

A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies

I'm on the violent tipso yoget a grip

And bitchcome equippedain't takin no shit

Cause here comes a lunatic



[ verse 4: scarface ]

My girl's gettin skinnyshe's strung out on coke

So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat

Her grandma was standin thereshe was screamin out"brad!"

As she reached for the tellyI put the blade on granny'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 (freezemuthafucka!) bitchsuck my dick

I said"diemuthafuckas!" as I blasted

Something clicked in my headvisions of bodies in plastic

The scent of buckshots in human flesh

Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest

No sheriff's gonna take me on a road

Dark as fuckand let his pistols explode

Fuck thatcause I ain'ts to die

So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry

It got me crazy as fuck

A ragin 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 watch me set an example

I popped one"let me gogoddammit

Scot free

Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me"

All of a sudden the shit got silent

I remember wakin upin an asylum

Bein treated like a troubled kid

My shirt was all bloodyand both of my wrists was slit

Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets

No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic



(maniac)

(maniac)

(ma-) (mani-) (maniac)

(I can't quit)



[ verse 5: willie d ]

November 1st 1966

A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic

I shoulda been killed

But sister fucked around and let me live

Now I developped a criminal behaviour

Fuck with meand I'll slay ya

Assbeyond recognitionshit

Your dental records couldn't prove your identitybitch

I beg your pardonon talkin to borden

You'll never find a muthafuckaso save your milk cartons

Cross the lineyour ass is mine

I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99

Blindcrippledand crazydon't faze me

Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies

You wanna know what makes me click? 

My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic



(let's get out of herethat guy is crazy)

(ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac)



[ verse 6: willie d ]

I ain't got it allso don't fuck with me

Unless your ass wanna be made history

I'll blow your muthafuckin house up

And if your wife and kids are insidethey're fucked

I don't give a damn who I slay

Don't let me get a hold of 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 factnot fictionalson of a bitch

I got the mind of a lunatic