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letra de bout to snap - scum (usa)

[intro: william foster (michael douglas) & rick (brent hinkley)]
i don’t want lunch, i want breakfast
yeah, well hey, i’m really sorry
yeah, well hey, i’m really sorry too
oh god!

[bridge 1: scum]
snap the b-tches neck
time to snap the b-tches neck, k!ll her
snap the b-tches neck
time to snap the b-tches neck, k!ll her
snap the b-tches neck
time to snap the b-tches neck, k!ll her
snap the b-tches neck
time to snap the b-tches neck
[verse 1: scum]
now get p-ssed off and i’m about to go off
so f-ck off, knock it off, or i gеt my sawed off
blow your f-cking heads off then disappеar in the night
out of sight, out of light, all that’s left is the fright
then i might reappear, filled with fear when i’m near
double-aught in my gauge, my intentions are clear
drink your beer, smoke your blunt so you don’t feel the pain
when you’re slain as i drain all the blood from your brain
some would say i’m insane but i think i’m okay
get the f-cking ak, spray the ones in my way
no one trip, pistol grip gonna come out the trunk
with my finger squeeze the trig, put a hole in you punk
motherf-ck self-control, hope that inch them to jump
pop this song, hit the bong, grab the pump and then dump
i engage in this rage and there’s no turning back
better pack you a mac or get shot through your neck

[chorus 1: borey & scum]
’bout to go off, i’m dropping bombs like hiroshima
full clips and hollow tips fast like f-cking cheetahs
you c-ckblockers ain’t got the bulletproof four hits
i’m ’bout to snap and leave your block with bloodshed
feel that i’m about to snap, ’bout to take this sh-t no more
time to load the .44 ’cause it’s time to go to war
time to split somebodies wig, time to slit they f-cking throat
time to shoot ’em in the chest, [no one there but i’m too cold?]
[verse 2: borey]
’bout to snap, these n-ggas running they traps
i’m stopping ’em in they tracks, puttin’ ’em on they backs
juking ’em like a sack, flipping ’em like a stack
i’m chewing ’em up like snacks and peeling ’em back like caps
agitation, n-ggas pushing my b-ttons, stop selling wolf tickets, you b-tches known for fronting
talking sh-t out the side of your neck
don’t make me slap you like a b-tch and put yo chin in check
motherf-ckers test winners, trynna p-ss me off
on the edge of confrontation, i conversate with sawed-offs
hauled off to yo casket, wait
it’s too late for talk, can’t tolerate the hate
but you everlasting f-ggots that keep on pushing, murderism is a hobby, tell yo b-tch keep douching
if you push, i push back
if you trip you get slapped
haters on haterade testing borey i’m ’bout to snap

[chorus 2: scum & borey]
feel that i’m about to snap, ’bout to take this sh-t no more
time to load the .44 ’cause it’s time to go to war
time to split somebodies wig, time to slit they f-cking throat
time to shoot ’em in the chest, [no one there but i’m too cold?]
’bout to go off, i’m dropping bombs like hiroshima
full clips and hollow tips fast like f-cking cheetahs
you c-ckblockers ain’t got the bulletproof four hits
i’m ’bout to snap and leave your block with bloodshed
[verse 3: scum]
i’m about to take a cr-p, if you snap i’ll bust the cap
feel the rage throughout my rap, you don’t wanna see me snap
slap your face, despite your cries, put a slug between your eyes
otherwise there’s no surprise if your family f-cking dies
i’m a monster in disguise with no soul and with no heart
so i’m gonna rip your chest apart, should’ve ran if you were smart
you were a punk that i needed to k!ll
didn’t want to but i will
put the steel up to your grill, better chill or blood will spill
pain you feel is well deserved, b-tch you just got f-cking served
just because i’m birthed there’s worth and my spot in h-ll’s reserved
that just means i give a f-ck, when i bump you better duck
stupid f-ck don’t test your luck, in the sh-t you might get stuck
you can suck my f-cking d-ck but this ain’t no p-rno fl!ck
thought i’m weak and that you’re sl!ck, didn’t expect i’d get so sick
now i’ve snapped and it’s too late, guess that that was just your fate
murder rate within our state grows when i unleash my hate

[bridge 2: scum]
so patrol is gone
hurry get your gun
time to have some fun
shoot ’em as they run
laughing as they bleed
laughing as they bleed
laughing as they bleed
laughing as they bleed

[outro: william foster (michael douglas) & mark frank]
excuse me… hey, excuse me. i don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but there’s other people waiting to use the phone here
there are?
yeah
other people wanna use the phone?
that’s right you selfish assh0l-
guess that’s too bad, because you know what?
what?
-firing a submachine gun into the phone booth- i think it’s out of order

- scum usa

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