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scorpion squad – regiment كلمات اغاني

[produced by v.i.p.n]

[intro: announcer]
our first guests to the show today
the game master, a hunter and serial murderer
the white honky devil
the cis white male sc-m
and in the other corner
the murk man
slaughters his opponents and skins them alive
he’ll fuck your b-tch and wear your flip flops when your at work
and in the end you’ll take it like a b-tch cause that’s all that you’re good for
fuck it, let’s go

[verse: gamemast15r]
i’m the motherfucking murder lord
i’mma be the one to make sure that no one ever heard of god
i’m rolling with all of my regiment
carbines and aks, looking for dead presidents
i’mma slit your throat and bathe in the blood
i don’t need an ark to go face to face with the floods
i despise every breath that you take
i despise the fact you hide your back and slept with the jakes
i chopped off the head of king louis the sixteenth
i’m the one that’s going to k!ll you in all of your sick dreams
a combination of the mahatma gandhi’s congregation
stop to face the nazi occupation sitting with llamas facin’
with the ganja blazing right in front of your momma’s basement
throw you off a high rise hard enough to make you rock the pavement
this is the plan until we all go to destroy the world
and ruin life for every single motherfucking boy and girl

[verse: murkman]
these yappers are duds mixed with doodoo, but do what you dudes do
shitty -ss rappers, the only bag i.c.u. have is the colostomy
your subject matters strictly in the physical, you been fecal since as a fetus
-n-logies are -n-s, no wonder you’re so stuck up with spewing constipated rhymes
i’ve heard swirlies with better effects than the sounds, you make your mouth
a tautology would’ve been your mom teaching you to wipe your behind, everytime you talk shit/every word sputtered is a wasted ad-lib, splattered on those d-mn bibs, baby fat kid
shut your flatulence lips, flows worse than a septic tank, delivery is pure hemp, which stank
while maintaining the charisma of a garbage man
his truck has more drive, than your career will have in hindsight
a product of your environment, on wednesday i’ve would’ve glad-ly taken out
so now your best option to be useful for the culture
is being recycled into a hotel, but who reads those bibles?
by the way you’re bile, so bye bruh, you were never ill
you just lacked potential, bacteria always gets cleansed by soap
here’s some dial, for your wake-up call for some fresh bars to hold on in jail
cause every single one of you charmin emcee’s days are numbered
when that sun rises the next morning, nobody will miss what turns into a dogpile of -n-l specks

[bridge]
and now for the one and only
master of ceremonies
the magic man with a gat in each hand
almighty u-sorcerer

[verse: almighty u-sorcerer]
they call me almighty u-sorcerer-fuck that
call me almighty u-warrior, almighty u-coroner
almighty u- might wanna start running ‘fore i torture ya
almighty u- run across the border like a foreigner
put babies in a corner if they run around my corridor
i’m a sean con artist, you’ll be finding forrester
man, this the calm, i can’t wait until the storm occurs
i worked my way out retirement, now i’m forced to work
i talk sharp like a razor blade under my tongue
i got arrested by the jakes going to customs with guns
bust in the bus, asking for money and crushing your guts
heard you was homeschooled, you still go to the dungeon for lunch
they nothing like us, but feel like we taught them to act
you wouldn’t hurt a fly so you got slaughtered on wax
you can throw b-lls and these niggas and they would promise to catch
and when they drop the ball, we put them in coffins for that
developing pictures in your brain, it’s a darkroom
we put the writings on the wall like a cartoon
in the back of a crown vic with sirens like it’s a carpool
in your crib with a ski mask like a halloween costume
you know, you won’t find the meaning of life inside that budweiser
like rakim, i ain’t no joke but you niggas is my one-liners
the good lord opened up his doors for me like he a bus driver
niggas act tough until we come around with gunfire
i rate these niggas dropping 3 bands on name brand designer
while they b-tch get rides from everyone like they taxi drivers
and she got niggas all up in her pants like panty liner
like a game of dodgeball, everyone try to be the last survivor
your girl is a future thot like a forwards innovation
i welcome you to the regiment with formal invitations
you’d probably just decline it in a normal situation
but you got no other choice, so it’s important that you take it

[outro]
keep it real, take the invitation to your death motherfucker
(gunshots)

- scorpion squad

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