Chuckie
Geto Boys Lyrics

Hi, I'm Chuckie Wanna play?
Introduction to the persona of Chuckie, a violent and dangerous character.

I told you size wasn't shit, 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 fucked means you're better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherfuckers be weary 'cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs, mmm cake mix! Friday the 13th the night of the living dead Vampire arms walking 'round givin niggas head If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky All bodies found dead, fuck it, blame it on Chuckie But this is child's play, motherfucka!
Chuckie boasts of his violent acts, reveling in death and gore. He threatens to kill anyone who messes with him and jokes about cannibalism. His reference to child's play implies that his cruelty is both childish and easy.

Aw, fuck, 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 motherfuckin 15-pack And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas 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*ckin' brick! Half my body is Chuckie, the other half is Bushwick A short nigga always pumpin' some lead I Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead What up? Get up, sit up, you get lit up A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up A 9, a Uzi is my only utensil Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to try to go against Chuck? With fifty guns aimed at you, how the fuck you gonna duck, yo? When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed, but it ain't nothin' but child's play
Chuckie reveals more about his violent tendencies, describing how he likes to use unconventional weapons and seek out unique ways to kill. He revels in his own insanity and challenges anyone to try and take him on, confident he will win.

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 Pissed off, the way I'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found him 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 loser, some say I'm mindless If I get pissed off, you leave naked and spineless Worse than Charles Manson, never havin' a equal Went sleepwalking 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, yo 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 fuckin kids 'Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right, they dyin' tonight So, uh, ain't no use in your tryin' to spot 'em I'll send you a motherfuckin note that says "Chuckie's got em!"
Chuckie continues to describe his murderous nature, describing his resilience and will to kill even if he has to do so with his head lodged in a bird's chest. He reinforces his lack of regard for human life and highlights his lack of empathy before boasting of his ability to teach children how to behave and threatening to kill them if they don't comply.