[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill]
Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat
Thinking - I gotta fuck 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 fucking 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 fuck
Pussy play Superman, your ass'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 bitch 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 fuckin'
She begged in a low voice "Please don't kill me"
I slit her throat and watch her shake like on TV
Now there's a witness, all in my business
Sitting with a bloody 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 fuck with me boy, cause I'm known for riots
I'm game for an outbreak, if you wanna break
It's just another motherfucker's life that I take
D'Ak's on the violent tip, ain't takin no shit
And if you think Imma quit, then bitch come equipped
'Cause I'mma get down for mine, just like a G-O
This ain't the fuckin' 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 ass
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 bastards, suck my dick
I said "Die motherfuckers!" as I blasted
Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic
The scents of buckshots in human flesh
N***as dying from bullet wounds to the chest
No sheriff's gonna take me on a road
Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode
Fuck that 'cause I ain'ts to die
So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry
It got me crazy as fuck
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 fuckers 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 bloody, 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***a was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I'm a threat to society
Every-motherfuckin-body and their momma trying to quiet me
I'm telling you I'm straight out the nickel
And we ain't got ass lickers, just ass 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 bitch like she stole something
Ya weak hoes might say I'm sick
But for real n***as 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 fuck with me
Unless your ass wanna be made history
I'll blow your motherfucking house up
And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked
I don't give a damn 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 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 fact, not fictional, son of a bitch
I got the mind of a lunatic