Night of the Chainsaw (feat. Three 6 Mafia) - Joe Strange Remix

PCP! Meth, mad anti-depression pills
Everything spills into one pot
On top of that I smoke rock
I hear that shit but I won't stop
Last time on the spot, choked a cop
Stopped and had a Faygo soda pop
In the back of my truck, Chuck the chainsaw
Usually chop wood, but that ain't all
It's a bit strange, all up in your mid range
Cut a hole in your head til I hit brains
Left a cop in a pile, wild, maybe
It's the night of the chainsaw, baby!
Cut em up, Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up!
All my niggas got them choppers, they can't wait to shoot
Catch you when you check your mail and they let 'em loose
Niggas always talking shit that they ain't never do
Out here living lies, must be scared of the truth
Bitch, you got me hot (What?)
Now you a dead man (Uh oh)
Pussy nigga acting hard on his webcam (Uh oh)
Money on yo head, yeah, I'm the bread man (Uh oh)
Kill you while you with yo bitch, you dead, fam
Stop all the hating, why you jealous, my nigga?
Blow your ass up, the paramedics come and get ya
But they can't help, nigga better believe
Nigga got outta left line, left him dead on the street
Cut em up, Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up!
Petroleum, inhale it and take a swig
Eat my brains up, make my wig
Killin time with no shirt, homie
I love it when the blood squirt on me
Walked up to a house, jabbed the door and kicked it in
My victim hid
Stuck Chuck in the closet
And I could tell by the deposit, I got my target!
French poodle, stomped it limp noodle
Revved Chuck up and stir the stroodle
Guts on the lawn, fuck's goin on?
Chainsaw Chuck til the break of dawn, bitch!
Cut em up, Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!) (DJ Paul)
Cut em up!
Sitting in my room with my gun cocked and loaded
Put it to my head and I'm 'bout to explode it
Smokin' up some killa and I'm headed on some crazy shit
I'm getting high like I'm depressed and I just hit a crazy bitch
That ain't the case, 'cause we don't sweat on the hoes
Unless she on her knees giving a nigga a deep throat
'Cause see, I can't cope with fake niggas, fake bitches, fake players
I cut they motherfuckin' throats
And I'll kill my motherfucking self
Before I let one of you fucking cowards take the credit for my death
I'll run up in yo pad with a pocket full of bombs
Blow you bums to the motherfucking slums
Cut em up, Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up!
Bloody feet, no shoes into a party
I wasn't invited, but that bitch ignited
I screamed and laughed, chopping fools in half
I stab and hack, a mad lumberjack
Smell that fuel! Hear the machine
Chuck's a demon, I must be dreaming!
Bloody showers, feel the power
We devour, you fucking cowards
A loony loose, Chuck full of juice
Begging's no use, I know it's no truce
It's yo noose about to see your own produce
It was written by Shaggy, Three Six, and Joe Bruce!
Ha ha ha!
Cut em up, Chuck! (Somebody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Get bloody)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go nutty)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up, Chuck! (Go!)
Cut em up!