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scum (usa) - stuck on sick كلمات الأغنية

[intro: scum]
from moscow, russia to denver, colorado
from the 095 all the way to the 303
it’s that lowlife scum with that motherf_cking lyrical snuff sickness that y’all love to hate
this that gorehop sh_t b_tch, uh

[verse 1: scum]
b_tch i’m fiending for the sickness like a junkie fiends for crack
like if you must hit the plastic i must hit you with the tec
when i do i get a woody like your brother flash his kids
just like bush who k!lls iraqis, no regret about my deeds
’cause i’m doing them a favor when i take their f_cking life
let them taste the murder flavor as i shake ’em with a knife
got ’em face down on the concrete like a puzzle, guess who’s who
cut your head off like them errands, what the f_ck you gonna do?
like a virus with no cure, it’s like whoever’s in my way
like some insects i’ma spray ’em with the lead from my ak
like a groupie, i’ma f_ck ’em, buck ’em with the twelve gauge slug
crack your chest, get passed untested like your new prescription drug
pop you like a f_cking cherry, merry christmas, go meet christ
leaving bodies stacked, no footprints every time i pull a heist
fool i’ll k!ll you for your money, if your broke you die for free
bringing death just like the reaper, when you see me better flee
[chorus: scum]
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage

[verse 2: scum]
pull intestines out your body like your dad just pulls your tooth
wrap it around my f_cking forearm then i push you off the roof
you will hang like the piñatas that the kiddies stuff with sh_t
just like grey, then certain sticky blood be dripping from the slit
let you drop just like mayorkas when he lost the train of death
like i swim in your fedoras, then cut off and took your head
wrapped it up in burning paper like a f_cking burning gift
set it on your parent’s doormat, and your carcass i will swift
ring the bell just like the mailman who don’t have nothing to hide
bet your mom will be all happy till she sees what’s wrapped inside
stopped my ride to find a handy, quench my thirst like gatorade
like a snowplow with the window drove right through and gave her aid
hope i k!lled ’em, hope i hurt ’em, hope that some won’t walk again
’cause like norman bates or michael motherf_cker i’m insane
like old folks who need their fingers, know that blood is what i need
f_cking ending some bystanders, smoking b_tches like some weed
[chorus: scum]
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage

[verse 3: scum]
pop the finger, f_ck the trigger till the barrel comes with lead
holy like a phone receiver, i’ma leave your f_cking head
laid out bleeding on the carpet like a hooker on the rag
like the stuffing in your turkey, stuffed inside a bodybag
f_cked your mama like your daddy if you smoked some angel dust
and unload just like a buckshot in your gut i’m finna bust
and remember about protection like your b_tch protect and serve
serve her with some f_cking strychnine then kick back while i observe
as her eyes come out her sockets like the crawfish getting boiling
as she’s gagging, drooling, choking like she ate some food that spoiled
b_tch stop drinking like gagger, one that didn’t make the draft
as i dig through her belongings trying to get some cheese like crack
got her purse, went through the cheddar just like out the atm
and i saw your little brother walking in, my glock went bang
didn’t jam and so i dropped him, popped him like a f_cking cig
when i laugh just like a field goal, kicked your mama, sign your tit
[chorus: scum]
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage

[bridge: scum]
years pass like they were hours and i slowly mellow out
with no doubt i’m f_cking changing and it makes me wanna shout
denver lowlife back in business, filling up the acid bath
for your body or somebody else who cross my f_cking path
motherf_ckers just weren’t ready, still ain’t ready for the gore
in the trunk up in my caddy, chopped up bodies be no more
like before i’m still a psycho even though a lot have changed
still disgusting when i’m busting, so s_d_stic and deranged

[chorus: scum]
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage
i’m wrong, what i do is wrong, but it feels so good that i cannot stop
i’m sick, what i do is sick, i’ma swing my axe and you finna drop
i know what i do is ill, i’ma k!ll ’em all when i feel the rage
so chill, gotta make them still, and your blood will spill when i hit the stage

- scum usa

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