Good Luck Chuck-Kill Bill

[00:02.23]Yo [00:05.83]Yo, singin, one time for your mind [00:10.96]I met a girl. She worked at McDonalds [00:13.34]Always drinking Jack; in her purse, there's a bottle [00:15.85]And she just wanted to be a ******* nurse or a doctor [00:18.43]But she never got *******t. Degrees? Punch clock, six [00:21.76]Watch and listen: Apart from getting her life stuck, she [00:24.39]Started stripping at parties, tips for the tight butt, jeez [00:27.26]She could make a head turn twice [00:29.40]Geppetto on her shoulder said her checks weren't right [00:31.78]She said, "It's my body. I'm an independent woman and I'm [00:35.03]Finally getting money, feeling like I earned something." [00:37.36]And so, she kept going; and her tips kept growing [00:40.29]Creeps kept coming, asking when her next show is [00:43.09]For some reason her body collects focus [00:45.75]She thought "Good, I guess I get more tips." [00:48.84]Fixated on paper-chase and making cake [00:51.29]All night, working 8-to-8 [00:53.42]She met a guy. A regular, let's call him Chuck [00:56.26]He had a real nice smile, and he was tall as ******* [00:58.90]And he would talk to her with the decent speech [01:01.94]Acknowledge her as a woman, not a piece of meat, and she [01:04.84]Liked that. Started batting her eyelash [01:07.35]She liked Chuck, heart tapping when guy passed [01:10.04]Right fast, I guess she was smitten [01:13.04]"The guy's rad!", she could tell he was different [01:15.79]Every night he'd come through and say hi [01:17.98]Tip a couple twenty's like a real great guy; [01:20.99]"How perfect can a guy b-b-be?" [01:23.18]She stuttered, she didn't know what he hides underneath [01:25.82]All the pictures of her glued to the side of his wall [01:28.47]And his mind ******* crawled with the violent thoughts [01:31.45]He wanted her to be his, and his alone [01:34.60]He had plans to creep in when she's at home [01:37.34]Scoop her up in his arms with a knife [01:39.44]Rip apart all her life, sending scars through her mind [01:42.08]And so, he made plans [01:43.48]The cookies in the bake pan [01:44.82]"Walk her home at night? What a ******* great chance!" [01:47.48]He said, he said he said...In his mind: [01:50.17]She red, she bled, she dead...He doing fine [01:53.62]Her walk was a murderous foreplay [01:55.68]She chatted about work til they merged at a four-way [01:58.97]Her apar*******ent on the third or the fourth...Hey [02:00.94]I forgot, it's been a mighty long time for the boar, kay? [02:04.37]They waltzed from the steps to the doorway [02:06.53]He noted that the patterns on her dresser were ornate [02:09.76]What a perfect scene set for his queen, yes [02:12.03]His facial expressions gave way and he seemed stressed [02:15.32]She asked what was wrong with Chuck [02:17.05]Then he grabbed her by the hair and ******* dropped her, "SLUT!" [02:19.98]She tried to fight back; she wasn't strong as Chuck [02:22.68]Switchblade drawn, it was long as ******* [02:25.34]She slipped through his hands while he sawed and cut [02:27.88]Grabbed the shotty out the closet, watch Blondie buck [02:30.92]Shotgun blast, watch Blondie buck [02:33.47]Shotgun blast, watch Blondie buck [02:36.16]Shotgun blast, watch Blondie buck [02:39.58]She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh) [02:42.31]She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh) [02:44.96]She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh) [02:47.56]She be catching bodies (Bluh, Bluh, Bluh) [02:51.73](Bluh, Bluh, Bluh)