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letra de scum only - craig scissorhands

[verse 1: craig scissorhands]
you say that’s yo’ b-tch? i’m with her, i tell her open wide
walk in with a bl!ck to the spot and now there’s no more guys
i’d rather pop my sh-t than live a life that ain’t got no more highs
my b-tch say that she p-ssed off at me, look at her and i roll my eyes
taxidermy on the wall, motherf-cker, don’t bite back, you could be next
woke up this morning and i hit the pipe, motherf-cker went to my chest
i feed my b-tch mcdonald’s everyday, it goes right to her chest
hot-rail that meth, motherf-cker, it’ll prolly really help with the stress
b-tch, i’m rodrick how i carry the drum
three-six, b-tch, i tear up the club
i’m a shock fiend, got your head by the dump
sippin’ sh-t that got my eyes on slump
chain on me, say, “rancid scum”
kick down the d-mn door like, “what up?”
give yo’ b-tch a nickname, it’s “suck up”
egomaniac, i’m f-ckin’ stuck up

[chorus: craig scissorhands]
pesticide inhalant
coughin’ up my soul tonight
you should watch yo’ b-tch ’cause she suckin’ up my soul tonight
every day, the smell of burning rubber makes me open eye
i can’t trust a soul, b-tch, i slumber with an open eye
[verse 2: grave 718]
pop out of that cut, b-tch, it ain’t no surprise
send out 5.56, now the opps getting fried
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, all you f-ckin’ did was cry
lil’ boy, you is a b-tch, nah, i ain’t gotta lie
send you to allah, send yo’ ass right to god
pop out with full clips and hollow tips and i’ma send a shot
p-ssy-boy was talkin all that sh-t ’til he got caught
hop right out that whip, someone getting dropped off
with the gang and you know i’m letting shots off
g-19 get you cooked just like a hot dog
kick yo’ ho right out the crib, i ain’t want hear no pop song
she was suckin’ on my d-ck, that ho got lock jaw

[interlude]
hold on, hold on
run that sh-t back for the dead

[chorus: craig scissorhands]
pesticide inhalant
coughin’ up my soul tonight
you should watch yo’ b-tch ’cause she suckin’ up my soul tonight
every day, the smell of burning rubber makes me open eye
i can’t trust a soul, b-tch, i slumber with an open eye
[verse 1: craig scissorhands]
you say that’s yo’ b-tch? i’m with her, i tell her open wide
walk in with a bl!ck to the spot and now there’s no more guys
i’d rather pop my sh-t than live a life that ain’t got no more highs
my b-tch say that she p-ssed off at me, look at her and i roll my eyes
taxidermy on the wall, motherf-cker, don’t bite back, you could be next
woke up this morning and i hit the pipe, motherf-cker went to my chest
i feed my b-tch mcdonald’s everyday, it goes right to her chest
hot-rail that meth, motherf-cker, it’ll prolly really help with the stress
b-tch, i’m rodrick how i carry the drum
three-six, b-tch, i tear up the club
i’m a shock fiend, got your head by the dump
sippin’ sh-t that got my eyes on slump
chain on me, say, “rancid scum”
kick down the d-mn door like, “what up?”
give yo’ b-tch a nickname, it’s “suck up”
egomaniac, i’m f-ckin’ stuck up

[verse 2: grave 718]
pop out of that cut, b-tch, it ain’t no surprise
send out 5.56, now the opps getting fried
yo’ b-tch on my d-ck, all you f-ckin’ did was cry
lil’ boy, you is a b-tch, nah, i ain’t gotta lie
send you to allah, send yo’ ass right to god
send you to allah, send yo’ ass right to god
pop out with full clips and hollow tips and i’ma send a shot
p-ssy-boy was talkin all that sh-t ’til he got caught
hop right out that whip, someone getting dropped off
with the gang and you know i’m letting shots off
g-19 get you cooked just like a hot dog
kick yo’ ho right out the crib, i ain’t want hear no pop song
she was suckin’ on my d-ck, that ho got lock jaw
[chorus: craig scissorhands]
pesticide inhalant
coughin’ up my soul tonight
you should watch yo’ b-tch ’cause she suckin’ up my soul tonight
every day, the smell of burning rubber makes me open eye
i can’t trust a soul, b-tch, i slumber with—

- craig scissorhands

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