Mind Of A Lunatic
Geto Boys Lyrics


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

[ VERSE 1: Bushwick Bill ]
Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
Thinkin I gotta fuck 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 fuckin 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 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

(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 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 me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
Had sex with the corpse before I left her
And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter
Run for shelter never crossed my mind
I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine
Dial 911 for the bitch
But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin 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 bitches that I murdered
Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked 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 'fuck' and just let bullets fly
Like I said before, Scarface is my identity
A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies
I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip
And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit
Cause here comes a lunatic

[ VERSE 4: Scarface ]
My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung 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 ass
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 bitch
A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) Bitch, suck my dick
I said, "Die, muthafuckas!" 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 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 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 muthafuckas comin with me"
All of a sudden the shit 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? This ain't as harsh as it gets
No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic

(Maniac)
(Maniac)
(Ma-) (Mani-) (Maniac)
(I can't quit)

[ VERSE 5: Willie D ]
November 1st 1966
A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
I shoulda been killed
But sister fucked around and let me live
Now I developed a criminal behaviour
Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya
Ass, beyond recognition, shit
Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch
I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden
You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons
Cross the line, your ass is mine
I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99
Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me
Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies
You want to know what makes me click?
My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic

(Let's get out of here, that guy is crazy)
(Ma-) (Ma-) (Ma-) (Maniac)

[ VERSE 6: Willie D ]
I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me
Unless your ass want to be made history
I'll blow your muthafuckin 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 of 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Mind of a Lunatic" by Geto Boys is a graphic and gruesome description of the thoughts and actions of a group of psychologically unstable men. The first verse, performed by Bushwick Bill, describes his bloodlust and how the sight of blood excites him. He talks about wanting to have sex with a corpse, and he describes himself as a psychopath who could lose his mind at any moment. The second verse, also performed by Bushwick Bill, portrays him as a sexual predator who breaks into a woman's home and rapes and murders her. Scarface takes over in the third and fourth verses, describing himself as a homicidal maniac with violent tendencies. The final two verses are performed by Willie D, who describes himself as a killer who will blow up someone's house and stab them with a knife.


The song is controversial for its graphic and violent lyrics, prompting some radio stations to refuse to play it. However, the song has also been praised for its honesty and the way it portrays the dark side of human nature. The Geto Boys themselves have defended the song, stating that it reflects the harsh reality of life in urban neighborhoods where violence and brutality are commonplace.


Line by Line Meaning

Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat
The singer is feeling anxious and uneasy


Thinkin I gotta f*** somebody before the week ends
The singer feels compelled to commit a violent act


The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head
The singer enjoys causing harm to others


Sit down, and watch you bleed to death
The artist takes pleasure in the suffering of others


I hear the sound of your last breath
The artist is desensitized to death and violence


Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left
The singer blames their violent behavior on the victim being in the wrong place at the wrong time


You was in the right place with me at the wrong time
The singer is justifying their violent behavior


I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my f***in mind
The artist has characteristics of a psychopath and may not be in control of their behavior


Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
The artist is not afraid to die and may have a fatalistic outlook


Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
The artist has a desire to harm others on a large scale


Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick
The singer acknowledges their violent tendencies but also implies that they cannot help it


Lookin through her window, now my body is warm
The artist is aroused by voyeurism and breaking into a woman's home


She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom
The singer is invading the privacy of a woman to satisfy their own desires


Leavin out her house, grabbed the b**** by her mouth
The singer is physically restraining the woman they were voyeuristically watching


Whipped out my knife, said, If you scream, I'm cuttin
The singer is using intimidation and violence to control the woman


She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose
The artist derives pleasure from seeing the fear in the woman and represents it as some sort of twisted romance


Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed
The artist derives pleasure from murder


Had sex with the corpse before I left her
The singer has a complete disregard for human life


My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke
The singer's girlfriend is struggling with drug addiction


So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat
The artist is willing to murder to address a problem in their own life


A cop says (Freeze, muthafucka!) B****, suck my d***
The artist has no respect for authority and may have a death wish


All of a sudden the s*** got silent
The artist may have died or blacked out


I remember wakin up, in an asylum
The singer has been institutionalized for their violent behavior


November 1st 1966 / A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic
The artist's violent tendencies may have been present from a young age


I'll blow your m******** house up
The singer will go to extreme lengths to carry out their acts of violence


The nightmares I leave you with on the scene / Will make Freddy b**** ass look like a wet dream
The singer's acts of violence are so intense that they would rival those of a horror movie


My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic
The singer has received professional help and has been diagnosed as mentally ill




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BRAD JORDAN, DOUG KING, KEITH ROGERS, LEYSATH COLLINS, WILLIE DENNIS

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Comments from YouTube:

@lemondishonor7736

Man. I had no business listening to this at age 13 but I did and I love it.

@mp4vids

YES!!!!

@chuckfarley5415

I was like 11-12.. Every time my mom would toss it Id go jack another tape.

@yalldontsaythatpegg8275

Amen G.

@rottieshepcalibre9156

No different to watching Robocop or something

@lemondishonor7736

@RottieShep CALIBRE depending on where you live.

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@mariofan2867

The Geto Boys made this iconic song 2 years before the instant classic “Mind Playing Tricks on Me”. These guys are the originators of horrorcore rap. They are probably the best group to ever come from Texas and one of the best to ever come from the South. And they produced the best Texan rapper ever Scarface.

@wilfredoramirez728

It's not horrorcore it just mf getting fucked up Willie D wasn't to be play with in real life 💯

@craigstrachan

True that . This song is classic Horror core in every way . Got made respect for The Geto Boys . Scarface is a legend and a true MC . Respect and Salute.

@GTSN38

My daughter used to like the ghetto boys, until she heard this song and made me turn it off. Physically made me, this is thee most hard-core song ever. FTW 🌎

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