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letra de scream - scum (usa)

[verse 1: scum]
close your eyes now, you don’t wanna see this
i’m about to make a m-th-f-ckin’ mess
out your face that’s covered in tears
yet so pretty that i’m feeling kind of sh-tty
when i’m making more or less
like a schnitzel as i beat it with a hammer
even her momma would have trouble recognizing what remains
of her poor abducted baby that i’m ’bout to dismember, torture and decapitate
and on a plate i’ma serve her brains
with the dinner of a sinner as a f-ckin’ appetizer
traumatize her with descriptions of my actions yet to come
making her scared as if a rhino was about to sodomize her
hearing her scream finna make me cream my f-ckin’ pants, i’m about to cum
known as scum, i rep that lyrikal snuff productions
like in hostel, all the members bear the mark of a saw and axe
n0body talkin’ or walkin’ away the most peaceful life
and your loved ones will pay if they try to get out
they’ll be dead with their doubts that they’re lovin’ to shout
they’re just relaxed

[chorus: geno cultsh-t]
i tend to take things way too personal (personal!)
sometimes i am being bad (so strange!)
i won’t stop k!lling ’til my thirst is full
not bad!
i get off on your scream (so strange!)
[verse 2: geno cultsh-t]
you’re right and you want it, still the personal sh-t gets
mixed with slit wrists, you’re more p-ssy than cl-toris
sick of these idiots, hypocritical whiny kids
p-ssed because your b-tch spit on my d-ck like she was shining it
you made it personal like gynecologist visits
sit and spin b-tches, flow’s vicious, get fitted
i’m gifted, the plan shifted, i was born wicked
something inside of me is telling me that i was born to k!ll your infant (okay!)
this sickness, it wasn’t sound locked up like it’s a prison
b-tches are screaming on some burning christians
cry tears of blood from a martyr on a suicide mission (cultsh-t!)
it’s in no religion, shut up and f-ckin’ listen
if it comes to dissin’, i got grave plots all readied up for my competition
r.i.p. to all my future opposition (if it’s peak)
i got glocks pointed at your position
it’s nothin’ to make you go missin’
everybody in lake michigan, have a swim, b-tches

[chorus: geno cultsh-t]
i tend to take things way too personal (personal!)
sometimes i am being bad (so strange!)
i won’t stop k!lling ’til my thirst is full
not bad!
i get off on your scream (so strange!)
[verse 3: scum]
pull a rabbit from out of my hat, or a gat that is under my trenchcoat
magical trick with a clack and a cl!ck and a thump and your body will drop
stomp on the bullsh-t as you die, can smell the pungent stench, not
blood and guts, bl–dy p-ss and sh-t that came out when my gat went pop
body motherf-ckers f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em
makin’ them b-tches scream for mercy
mercy on their lives but that i’m about to take
god has mercy, rest assured, no doubt it makes it seem more
fair to die and to meet your god, makin’ me was his mistake
i’ll break your bones to hear you scream in agony
you are my enemy, entire human race
unlike humanity, i’m on the edge of sanity
and i won’t stop unless they shoot me in the face
let us erase whatever you might know me for
many things have changed that i won’t think twice when the blood must spill
i am not the same man that you used to know me for
now i am deranged and full of hate, i k!ll on will

- scum usa

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