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letra de what i want - scum (usa)

[chorus: scum]
if i wanted you dead you’d already be dead
if i wanted you hurt you would eat through a straw
for the rest of your life while confined to a bed
having to pay every day as you’re beat bl–dy raw
if i wanted you f-cked then you’d look like a gape
when i want you to burn, only ashes remain
if i want something bad then it is what i get
so this bat cracks your skull, then it smashes your brain

[verse 1: scum]
yo, what i want is not always the right thing
might not be good for the people around
be like a bomb full of nails and a bright bang
is what’s ahead, half the dead never gеt found
but i’m not the one to think decisions through and so to drown ya
i will drill a bunch of holеs in the boat we both be sailing on
always quick to have a drink or seventeen when i come around you
if they give me thirty-four sobriety tests i will fail ’em all
and not at all would i feel like an assh0l-
till i awake, blood ain’t fake on my hands
i wish it was stabbed and cut like an 8-ball
of those that fall i’m not aimin’ to make no friends
all depends on if i’m feeling like i’m failing or i’m k!lling
at the game that i am playing ’cause i hate to f-ckin’ lose
feelin’ so when i’m a loser, drug and alcohol abuser
helping hand i will refuse and violence is what i choose
[chorus: scum]
if i wanted you dead you’d already be dead
if i wanted you hurt you would eat through a straw
for the rest of your life while confined to a bed
having to pay every day as you’re beat bl–dy raw
if i wanted you f-cked then you’d look like a gape
when i want you to burn, only ashes remain
if i want something bad then it is what i get
so this bat cracks your skull, then it smashes your brain

[verse 2: rysk framtiden]
if i wanted to hear you run your mouth i’d pause (wait! what?) and pull my d-ck out
but that ain’t me (no!), last seen in a bad dream (where?)
blaspheme when i spit on a fat beat (ugh!)
k!ll sh-t like fent in a bloodstream (ooh!), my style just vibe on a crime scene
go wild when i feel leaking body fluid on my bare feet
what i want? i-i want to be a good guy
but a good guy doesn’t get this high (nope!)
doesn’t write this many sick rhymes to justify deducting life (b-tch!)
i’m just a blight and i’m out to k!ll, i got missing people stuck in my grill
and i’m missing memories so frequently i can’t tell myself what’s happening

- scum usa

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