Phantomchuckopera Songtext
von Bushwick Bill

Yo, Dr. Wolfgang von Bushwick
That′s right, motherfucking stay high
Bill Starr and PYJ
PYJ, Billboard Texas, Brooklyn
Billboard Texas, Brooklyn
And the place to be
Yeah, yeah, party people!

If it ain't insane as fuck, it ain′t Bushwick
It's a whole lot of buttons, please never push this
You don't want repercussions, scars, concussions

Bushwick Bill will have you beat like percussions
Worse than Mitch Green, what you heard I mean


We ain′t gotta wait ′til Halloween for a murder scene
Niggas run from a gun, forgetting they can't
I drag a Mossberg ′cause it won't fit in my pants
I run up in your ride, it′s parked and it's dark and
Jump out your glove compartment sparking
The shit that I do make many faint
Dead saint, turn your blood into candy paint
Quit or split or just shit, what you gonna do?
When I put my gun to you, your life flash in front of you

Niggas want me done, nobody tried
Swear on my fucking eye, everybody dies

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed
Bush motherfucking wick motherfucking Bill
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed
Bush motherfucking wick motherfucking Bill

Nine hundred missiles blew little girls back off
All of them came from me, so you better back off


I grab the Ruger, let the whole rack off
Bodies in a pile, smile, get it smacked off
Ransack your house, money I can tax up
Club parking lot, blow your Cadillac up
Looking for your workers, rip all their packs off
Count up the scrilla, we can have a stack off
Where your bitch at? I′ll make her bounce 'til her back's off
Then give you something that your mama play taps off
Holes in your stomach ′til your whole waist snap off
Pour out some ′gnac, bite your bottle cap off

Hate it with a passion with a bitch nigga act off
Ride on your hood every day and never slack off
Never let it get squashed, never let it slide

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed
Bush motherfucking wick motherfucking Bill
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed
Bush motherfucking wick...

What's Bushwick′s motto? Fuck the world
I'm about to tell my partner how I fucked this girl
She loves sucking my dick while I′m sitting on the stove
When he come home, pussy's saying fucking with his nose
I′m the sickest dude walking, sickest nigga rapping

Sick, looking for your vein to put a track in
I'm sizzurped out, weeded out and whatnot
Eyes bloodshot 'cause my eye was shot
I don′t care, drinking Everclear, what′s new for?
I'm on the board in the fifth ward, start the war
Pull a whole arsenal out from under the bed
Then go around passing out guns to the kids

One of these niggas put it to his mother′s head
Shot it through her face while his brother fled
What you know about wanting to kill for no reason?
That's what it′s like being Bushwick Bill for four seasons

Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Kill motherfuckers, kill motherfuckers, kill
Bleed motherfuckers, bleed motherfuckers, bleed
Bush motherfucking wick motherfucking Bill, for real