Scumbags lyrics

[Hook: Necro]
Willin' to start killin' 'cause I got no feelings inside
So what? Ya' dead kid
You ain't special, millions have died
You think sh*t's funny, you'll laugh in a ditch
After you get your face ripped off
Or you're left with half of your lips
Even with a chest strapped with a vest, no one's safe
'cause disease will infest and stay trapped in your flesh
In life you learn it's a risk
You could get burned to a crisp
You won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff!

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Ronnie called, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs
Wench in the crib
I smelled her from the stench in his fridge
Keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt
Hopeless and stressed, we fed 'em all coke to forget
Garbage-bag 'em
20 TECs to the windpipe
Sit tight
My surgical gloves service a midwife
Sprinkle powdered X
Trifle on the blonde beaver
Ayo, Satan's back and he just made the cover of Don Diva
Some male order teens from Philippines
Sex puppet, quadriplegic, with bigger tits from Creatine
Thuggin' it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money sh*t
Thorazine, b*tches fillet, stay in my dungeon pit
[Verse 2: Necro]
Yo, Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits
I murdered this fat b*tch, now it's time to incinerate her slit
Kid, Uncle Howie's new girlfriend is a cyborg
Electronical vocal cords, Spanish robotic whore
This b*tch's KITT, Howie came over for a hit
He asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some sh*t
Put him on a cover, filmed the video, Mordecai was smokin' crack
Yarmulke and all that, so give him dap
We're takin fat pieces of sh*ts
Enslaving 'em and attachin' em to the horses
And crackin 'em with the whip
I got Gene, computer guys brain fried
Sent him back to the projects with the roaches
So he commits suicide
His mother's obscene
She had a wart attached to her face
The size of a grape
Padded cut off with laser beams
I put a gun to his head, should've bust the lead
'cause that depressed faggot is cancerous, a walking dead
Mailing b*tches, c*ckroaches and pictures
Of Asian b*tches with shotties in their mouth, I'm sadistic
I had her suckin' barrel, flashin' crotch
My pornographic thirty two panel insert is HOT!
[Verse 3: Goretex]
We carry heat
Howie rock the whole fleet
Caddie jeeps, heated seats
Party favors, snow, in iceberg sheets
I like chicks with over-bites, make the urinal sweet
Pullin my meat, bust off, we tossin' off on they cheeks
Some rap sadists, with homemade blades and face lifts
I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beat box and rapists
Now I cruise Cali
f*ck jakes, fakes and cash whores
Drivin up the coast, cocaine stuck to my dashboard
Y'all b*tches nauseate me
Knowing that scorn is a tool
You're mad corny 'cause you probably watch porn for the dudes
Sellin' your M3 for AZT in a test tube
Cept it's too late, the man-made serum infects you

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