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

[ verse 1: bushwick bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta [bad word] somebody before the week ends
The sight of blood exites 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] [bad word] play superman, your [bad word] 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

(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 window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leavin out her house, grabbed the [bad word] by her mouth [bad word] her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, if you scream, I'm cuttin
Opened her legs [bad word] the [bad word] 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  with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter [bad word] for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the [bad word] But the cops ain't [bad word] when they're [bad word] 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 [bad word] that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein [bad word] up
Once I attack, I'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  [bad word]  and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, scarface is my identity
homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And [bad word] [bad word] equipped, ain't takin no [bad word] Cause [bad word] a lunatic

[ verse 4: scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, she's [bad word] out on coke
So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, brad!
As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's [bad word] 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 [bad word] cop says (freeze, [bad word] ) [bad word]  suck my [bad word] I said, die, [bad word]  as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions 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 [bad word]  and let his pistols explode [bad word] that, cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as [bad word] 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 go, goddammit
Scot free
Or all of these [bad [bad word] with me
All of a sudden the [bad word] got silent
I remember wakin 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