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letra de unleashed - scum (usa)

[verse 1]
you just brought the demon out the box
where it was confined by thirty seven different locks
god she suckin’ c-cks while gettin’ scared of the abyss
but she over this and he got her bailing him while he p-ss
listen miss, whatever the f-ck your name is
you convinced and would you f-ckin’ please
for your life i’m ’bout to make you famous
it’s victim number 34 now get down on your knees
.38 up to your temple, say the prayer to the fame
make believе in a higher being and too afraid for what i’m ’bout to bring
know you scared of this rеvolver and the one that holds the girl
one that got your children tied up so that you don’t make a run
huh! the motherf-cker with a zipper
not a window peeper, not a creeper at the mall
but a sick s-d-stic kid and a torture chamber keeper
the many entering don’t come out ’cause he k!lls them all

[chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4!
knock, knock, knock, who’s at your door?
5, 6, 7, 8!
with a mask on his face and his heart full of hate
9, 10, 11, 12!
everyone on the run tryna save themselves
whether right or wrong or they good or bad
either way today you will end up dead
[verse 2]
so, the motherf-ckin’ clock is ticking
bombs is ticking too, what a mere chance for holding on
here to k!ll, i c-ck the glock, and then you know you’re kickin’
drag you outside and blow out your brains all over the lawn
yo, you better run if you get a chance to
most of ’em never got a chance and let it go to waste
fail as soon as he’s got you in his hands
you are as good as dead and that makes a call that can’t be traced
answering machine your momma’s house before a speaker
it’ll be a documentary, recordin’ your vile screams of pain
playin’ it on other people, drive their parents f-ckin’ crazy
both of ’em gonna die and stay in an asylum for the insane
yeah, you motherf-ckers had it coming
coming like you will be on your corpses when it’s done
k!lling you is coming for you, find it so much fun, and
kickin’ down your f-ckin’ door and murdering everyone

[chorus]
1, 2, 3, 4!
knock, knock, knock, who’s at your door?
5, 6, 7, 8!
with a mask on his face and his heart full of hate
9, 10, 11, 12!
everyone on the run tryna save themselves
whether right or wrong or they good or bad
either way today you will end up dead
[verse 3]
now the game is over for your family
but it’s just beginning for the ones who he’ll target next
murder everlasting, somebody else he will be blasting
somebody else he will be stabbin’, somebody else is getting axed
he is just a modern jack the ripper
always starin’ at he-rs-s, k!lling everyone in sight
on his face he’s got a mask with a motherf-ckin’ zipper
hunting in the night, he hates the sun and all its light
stealing a body bag just like when somebody’s got a trash bag
stuffin’ it full of organs, body parts, and severed limbs
given his knife collection that he uses for dissection of his victims
sharp as razor shattered like some f-ckin’ ribs
no, there’ll be no rehabilitation
only mutilation, only random roulettes
all the human violence gives a painful amount of the silence
leavin’ a body chopped to pieces by his double headed ax

- scum usa

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