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letra de accessory to murder - scum (usa)

[verse 1: scum]
turn the b-tch to a corpse (corpse)
put the corpse in a bag (bag)
stick the bag in a box (box)
keep it under my bed
bad choices a motherf-cker makes in his life as he takes out a knife, can result in a mess
so it’s best that you know i cannot take anymore
your chances to live are finna be so much less
dumbass little f-ck, you’s a loose bubble-b-tt bottom-boy, h-lla soft like a puff marshmallow
annoy me again and you’ll bleed and my blade, it will destroy all you love
i’ma sh-t on your grave, i’ma p-ss on your face as you lay in that box at your wake
and that is on the l
i will see you in h-ll
f-ck your life that i am ’bout to take
[verse 2: michelangelo skero]
look at these haters back home, i could have you k!lled by your idols (idols)
when i pull out the billy, show you the g.o.a.t. even if you had yo eyes close (facts)
rip out your throat, your vocal chords, b-tch i’m a motherf-cking psycho (psycho)
like no other person that you might know, and the skull is right when the knife goes, hey
got a fully loaded death machine
on a murder spree, i don’t regret a thing
i carry this aggression happily
steadily be measuring the chemical balance inside of my head (head)
there’s still no leveling (leveling)
sometimes i wish that i was dead
so many bodies it’s unsettling, hey

[verse 3: pro green]
cut ’em up, cut ’em up, yeah i made accessory
with the cut in the gut, penetrate your f-cking spleen
murderous ability, i gotta get ahead of my mind-frame that’s k!lling me
i’m off the drugs, insanity
k!ller clown paint with an axe blade placed in your dome-piece
slice through your scalp, catch fades
iller than a dime-piece slash to the mainframe, and the beef curtains with the saw blade traced
blood stains placed on the scenes i pave
but my mind stays blamed for the lives i’ve caged
if i’m being no chase, pop pills, feel safe
see you on the other side if i make way
chain gang renegade (aye), put you in the grave placed
fight pain with the pills, make ’em control my sick brain
love stabbing motherf-ckers with my knifely blood stains
i paint the dark pain with gore
[verse 4: mikahl lawless]
f-ck up and you’ll find out (find out)
hit the stage, watch your face as the red beam shine down (shine down)
trife life from the gutter motherf-cker, off that dmt, never gonna motherf-cking come down
can’t believe you run down any game to me
grab my mind with no patience, see
now f-cking run them pocket gs
got a strap and it’s motherf-cking hungry (agh)
leave you coughing up blood on the concrete
straight misery, no cares, no sympathy
while my ex does sing so carefully
on a one-way trip to the depths
i’m nasty, street trashy, knife slashing, straight laughing
still trapping ’til my body hit that motherf-cking b-tch-ass casket, aye

[verse 5: mc welches]
the melody is rhythm, means sophisticated
pop a batter, walk inside the guillotine
cause never gonna stomach
make it quick and make it painless when you sharpen up the stainless
you could look into my mind and you can see this war brain is
and your boy stay nervous when you only see the surface
it’s a carnival, a circus, but it’s only for the worthless
biological appearance, i don’t know if you can think into trauma that i had
then i sorta set up triggers, diabolical
must choose wisdom when you feel the blood
mutating dna and making creatures in the mud
they don’t give it evil stares ’cause i’ll always be judged
when the puddle’s turning purple that emotion’s out to flood
hear the thud on the ground of the body when he’s down
wasn’t born out of royalty but heavy lies the crown
never known to have a smile, though was living with a frown
’cause i travel with a heathen, never made it out of town
[verse 6: insane poetry]
yeah
accessory to murder, caught him with a burner
caught his girlfriend and you know we ’bout to burn her
at the stake taking turns pouring gasoline
the whole snuff crew with cameras capturing
the whole gore scene with four teams imaging
they nod off when the morphine’s traveling
through your veins like a slow death
’cause when it goes left you’re gonna know what’s happening
savagery happily done (done)
the whole family’s packing a gun (a gun)
and a knife for your wife and your son (that’s right)
’cause tonight we are slicing their tongues
i have become the darkest of cen0bites
feeling like peeling off all of your flesh aggressively
to the death of me, lsp, let it be known
it’s murder and i am an accessory

- scum usa

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