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letra de shootin motherfuckas - scum (us)

[intro: marques johnson as raymond]
no, no…f-ck this. both you motherf-ckers are crazy. i’m going to my car, get my other gun, shoot everybody’s ass

[verse 1: scum]
feelin all life is just a gamble and i’m losin every bet that i make
it’s just a big mistake when i forced to go and get my gat
when i feel that all i ever wanted is to be left the f-ck alone
havin to shoot at m-th-f-ckas when i would rather set the tone
when i would rather f-ck your mother when i would rather place some blood
cannabis sativa would relax me so would your mother’s hairy c-nt
instead i’m aiming at your head and about to takе another life
bettеr be ready to meet your maker never to see your kids or wife
tell me why do i gotta resort to violence
tell me why am i havin to get my hands f-ckin bl–dy every time forced to commit another crime and i have to blast at enemies disguised as friends (dark dark)
so f-ck the peace m-th-f-cka ain’t no sunshine
to brighten up my f-ckin path is just a spark
to light the m-th-f-ckin night whenever i squeeze the trigger tight
you screamin paint her then again it’s f-ckin dark (dark dark)

[chorus: scum (x2)]
sicker than the average man animal or savage
life is so f-cked up that there’s nothing left to salvage
got no place to go and my pockets out of cabbage
gonna go get my gun and get to k!lling m-th-f-ckas

[verse 2: mastamind]
you picked the wrong one to f-ck with today not the day
ready to bust up shots and dig a lot of graves
h-ll gettin raised with the strap bust a round of applause like clap clap clap
say your prayer now cuz the devil on his way
the game of duck the only game i want to play
lost all sanity lost all restraint tryin to take you down and i just but i can’t act up tryin to damage ya
it don’t take that much i’m already mad as f-ck
all that age lookin over never sober
burn this b-tch down i’ve got a flamethrower
you shoot funny when your start gettin lower
had the animal rip your head from your shoulder
as the last days come closer i’m not a bible toter a sinister gunholder
[chorus: scum (x2)]
sicker than the average man animal or savage
life is so f-cked up that there’s nothing left to salvage
got no place to go and my pockets out of cabbage
gonna go get my gun and get to k!lling m-th-f-ckas

[verse 3: k!ll tha karver]
let me see is it you you or you i’m trying to figure out the next victim of tru
loadin up the glock let it do what it do
my goal is to eliminate you and your crew
feel me a n-gga’s out for them cheese stacks trying to play me hard so i shot him in his kneecaps
severed off his finger while puffin on a weed sack
last time i’m askin where the m-th-f-ckin d at
bout to relapse take some pills and back out
take this here 12 gauge and blow his f-ckin back out
body in the trunk so it’s slow when i back out
should’ve been smart gave it up and just backed down
now a n-gga’s ropin out cash in his stash
two buckshots blew off half of his ass
when i think about murder then i have to just say cuz he just wants more i can add to my past

- scum us

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