Dr. Whoopdame,
I heard you was a master
mind of crimes baby,
and uh, I'd like for you
to break it down for me
And let the nigga know
about the criminal aspects,
and the subliminal criminal aspects
of a buster's life and all of that
How can I get my money on baby,
you know I got the pain I need to get up, get out,
and get something
need some of them motherfuckin'
dollar bills
Nigga, what?
Ain't nobody gave me no handouts
Yeah, I'ma tell you how it go
It ain't your average crime
If it's one of mines,
I tried to warn them at first
But I got a proof at this time,
they call me Chuckwick
The fifth ward, hard crippler
Niggas think I'm the devil,
bitches help me like Hitler
But still, I'm real with these skills
that I've mastered
Peeling your caps backwards
so I've never been captured
So I'm physically and mentally relentless
I live for the kill and I'm Chucky,
he's my accomplice
And me, I'm a psycho karma
Killer with the skills,
released his tales of drama
That fuck around and sell a million
copies still
Motherfuckin' coppers
wanna watch me chill
That lets me know I'm on their brain
So they never out my range
Cause I'm shootin' like Danny Anko
With two clicks minimal
Now I'm at your funeral
Shoulda never fucked
with a subliminal criminal
It's subliminal criminals at the dock
The enemies didn't know
they had a loaded bow bow
And it's cocked and it's cocked,
each one is gon' drop
And John Wiccan just can't be stopped
This is the blamin' on
criminals at the door
The enemies didn't know
they had a loaded bow bow
And it's cocked and it's cocked,
each one is gon' drop
And John Wiccan just can't be stopped
Well it's Sean, who's that?
Comin' up to the rap,
just like Ratatatat
Grab your gat and watch your
fuckin' back
This ain't no Hulk gang,
bitches on the real
So you be st be packin' your steel
Or you bitches be gettin' killed
Jackins and robberies ain't
nothin' but hobby
So you best to check yourself
and don't be rollin' by me sloppy
Cause I'm a jack, ya fool,
I'm a getcha 9mm spray hit ya bitch, ya lick, ya split ya
So knuckle down and motherfuckin'
knuckle up
Fuckin' get fucked hard like Chuck
So don't push your motherfuckin' luck
3 by 7, 9mm, all the tech not shot
If I see a bitch may pull it next to me
I can't then go for my uncle,
motherfucker
Although I'm only 18,
steppin' hard for the scene
In 95, you gon' see what I mean
Fillin' up the hospital,
stressin' out my mental
So say what's up to a subliminal criminal
Is subliminal criminals at the door?
Their en emies didn't know
they had a loaded 4 -4
And it's got, and it's got,
each one is gon' drop
And sure we can just get a free stop
Is this subliminal criminals at the door?
Their enemies didn't know
they had a loaded 4 -4
And it's got, and it's got,
each one is gon' drop
And your wickedness can't be stopped
Dr. Wolfgang von Bushwick
and the barbarian motherfunkies
stay high dollar bills
It's gonna break down
what makes up a subliminal criminal
and why it's a white collar crime
Below the threshold of conscious perception,
inadequate to produce
conscious awareness
Criminal of involving or having the nature of a person who
has committed or been legally convicted guilty of a crime
It is shameful and disgraceful
that you don't know what
time it is.
Bushwick Bill 
