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"Chucky" is the villain song of the killer doll Chucky, sung by rap group Geto Boys as tribute to the 1988 horror film Child's Play as well as the 5th track (originally titled "Chuckie") on their 1990-91 No Limit Records album We Can't Be Stopped.
I told you size wasn't s**t
That's why I murdered your nieces
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get f**ked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head
Motherf**kers be worried 'cause I'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The Night of the Living Dead
??? ??? walkin' 'round givin n***as head
If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
F**k it, blame it on Chuckie
But this is child's play... motherf**ka!!!
Aw f**k, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me!
When I murder, I tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is Chuckie, some say I'm insane
You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherf**kin' 15-pack
and I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead n***as back!
A murder contest,
You know I'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherf**kin' brick!
Half my body is Chuckie
The other half is Bushwick
A short n**a
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a Uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck?
With 50 guns aimed at you
How the f**k you gonna duck?
When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play
You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin'
With my head in a bird's chest
The way I'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say I'm crazy
Some say I'm on crack
Before I die
Cut off my leg and let me die in Iraq
A born looser
Some say I'm mindless
If I get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than Charles Manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When I woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what I did I killed 300 more
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your f**kin' kids
Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherf**kin note that says "Chuckie's got em!"