Good Luck Chuck
Kill Bill: The Rapper Lyrics

I met a girl, she worked at McDonalds
I encountered a girl who was employed at McDonalds

Always drinking Jack; in her purse, there's a bottle
She frequently drank Jack and kept a bottle of it in her bag

And she just wanted to be a fucking nurse or a doctor
She aspired to become a nurse or a doctor

But she never got shit, degrees? Punch clock, six
However, she was unable to obtain any degrees and had to work fixed hours

Watch and listen: Apart from getting her life stuck, she
Despite her aspirations, she found herself in a rut, and

Started stripping at parties, tips for the tight butt, jeez
had to resort to stripping at events for extra money, receiving tips for her physique

She could make a head turn twice
She was very attractive and could easily turn heads

Geppetto on her shoulder said her checks weren't right
Her conscience warned her that what she was doing was not ethically correct

She said, 'It's my body. I'm an independent woman
She justified her actions by claiming ownership of her body and independence

Finally getting money, feeling like I earned something'
She felt that she was receiving deserved money and a sense of accomplishment

And so, she kept going; and her tips kept growing
Consequently, she continued stripping, and her tips began to increase

Creeps kept coming, asking when her next show is
More and more predatory individuals began to approach her, inquiring about her future performances

For some reason her body collects focus
People tended to solely focus on her physical appearance for some reason

She thought 'Good, I guess I get more tips'
She interpreted this attention as a positive thing, increasing her tip earnings

Fixated on paper-chase and making cake
Her focus was entirely on earning money

All night, working eight-to-eight
She worked long hours, from 8 AM to 8 PM

She met a guy. A regular, let's call him Chuck
She encountered a man named Chuck, who was a frequent patron

He had a real nice smile, and he was tall as fuck
Chuck had an attractive smile and was very tall

And he would talk to her with the decent speech
He spoke to her politely and respectfully

Acknowledge her as a woman, not a piece of meat, and she
He recognized her as a human being, rather than solely as a sexual object, which pleased her

Liked that. Started batting her eyelash
She began to flirt with him, batting her eyelashes

She liked Chuck, heart tapping when guy passed
Chuck had won her over, causing her heart to beat faster when he was around

Right fast, I guess she was smitten
She had fallen for Chuck without much hesitation

"The guy's rad!", she could tell he was different
She was impressed with Chuck and believed that he was unlike the other men she met

"How perfect can a guy b-b-be?"
She couldn't believe how perfect Chuck was

She stuttered, she didn't know what he hides underneath
She hesitated to consider what his true intentions were

All the pictures of her glued to the side of his walls
To her horror, she discovered that Chuck had many pictures of her affixed to his walls

And his mind fucking crawled with the violent thoughts
Chuck's mind was consumed with perverse and violent fantasies

He wanted her to be his, and his alone
Chuck had an obsessive desire to possess her entirely

He had plans to creep in when she's at home
He had devised schemes to sneak into her home when she was there

Pick her up in his arms with a knife
He intended to abduct her, armed with a knife

Rip apart all her life, sending scars through her mind
He planned to destroy her life and cause her mental anguish

And so, he made plans
He began to plan his despicable scheme

The cookie's in the bake pan
He believed that his plan was about to culminate perfectly

"Walk her home at night? What a fucking great chance!"
He was excited by the opportunity to walk her home at night, believing it would allow him to enact his sinister plot

He said, he said he said... In his mind:
In his mind, he spoke these words over and over gain, obsessing over his plan

She's red, she bled, she's dead... He's doing fine
He imagined her bloodied, mutilated, and dead, while he felt content and gratified

Her walk was a murderous foreplay
The walk home was like a violent prelude to Chuck's ultimate goal

She chatted about work til they merged at a four-way
They conversed until they arrived at a crossroads

Her apartment on the third or the fourth... Hey
She was unsure if her apartment was on the third or fourth floor

I forgot, it's been a mighty long time for the boar, kay?
The artist forgot this detail, as it had been a long time since he had seen or been in contact with them

They waltzed from the steps to the doorway
They walked toward her building in a graceful, flowing manner

He noted that the patterns on her dresser were ornate
Chuck observed the intricate patterns on her dresser

What a perfect scene set for his queen, yes
He viewed her apartment as the ideal setting for his planned conquest

His facial expressions gave way and he seemed stressed
His inner turmoil began to manifest outwardly, showing signs of stress

She asked what was wrong with Chuck
She noticed something was troubling Chuck, and inquired about it

Then he grabbed her by the hair and fucking dropped her, 'SLUT!'
He viciously attacked her, grabbing her hair and hurling an insult at her

She tried to fight back; she wasn't strong as Chuck
She attempted to resist, but was overpowered by Chuck's strength

Switchblade drawn, it was long as fuck
He pulled out a switchblade, which was quite lengthy

She slipped through his hands while he sawed and cut
Despite his efforts to harm her, she narrowly escaped his grasp

Grabbed the shotty out the closet, watch Blondie buck
She retrieved a shotgun from her closet and prepared to fire it

Shotgun blast, watch Blondie buck
She fired the shotgun and watched as Chuck was hit

Shotgun blast, watch Blondie buck
She continued to shoot the shotgun multiple times

Shotgun blast, watch blondie buck
She relentlessly fired the shotgun, watching as Chuck was killed

She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh)
She has killed multiple people

She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh)
This violent act was not an isolated incident for her

She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh)
She is a practiced killer

(Bluh, Bluh, Bluh)
An onomatopoeic representation of the sound of gunfire