| We’re gonna start killin
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| Cause I got these feelings inside
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| So what your dead kid, you ain’t special
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| millions have died
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| you think shit’s funny
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| you’ll laugh in a ditch
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| after you get your face ripped off
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| or your left with half of your lips
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| Even with a chest thats strapped with a vest
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| No one’s safe cause this evil infestes
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| and stays trapped in your flesh
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| And life, you learn its a risk
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| you could get burned to a crisp
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| you won’t know, it could be your turn to be stiff
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| Ronnie call, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs
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| went to his crib, I smelled 'em from the stench in the fridge
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| keepin’the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt
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| hopelessness stress, we feed them more coke to forget
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| garbage-bag em! |
| 20 tecs to the windpipe
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| sit tight! |
| my surgical gloves, surface the mid-whipes
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| sprinkle powdered X, triple on the blonde beaver
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| Aiyyo satans back, and he just made the cover of Don Diva
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| some mail order teens, from philippines
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| sex puppet, congapegic, with bigger tits from Creatine
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| Thuggin it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money shit
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| Thorazine, bitches fillet, stay in my dungeon pit
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| Yo Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits
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| I murdered this fat bitch, now its time to incinerate her slit
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| kid, uncle howie’s new girlfriends is a cyborg
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| a electronical vocal cords, spanish robotic whore
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| this bitch’s kit, howie came over for a hit
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| he asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some shit
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| put him on the cover, filmed the video, (?) was smokin crack
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| yamulka and all that, so give him death
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| we’re takin fat pieces of shit, in-slaving them
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| and attaching them to horses, and cracking 'em with the whip
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| I got gene, computer brain fried
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| sent him back to the projects with the roaches, so he commit suicide
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| his mothers unbsene, she had a goiter attached to her face
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| the size of a grape, had to cut it off with a lazer beam
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| I put a gun to his head, should of bust a lead
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| cause the depressed faggot is cancerous as walking dead
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| mail em bitches, cockroaches and pictures
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| of asian bitches, with shotties in the mouth, I’m sadistic
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| I had a second barrel, flashin crotch
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| my pornographic dirty two panel is HOT
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| We carry heat
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| Howie rock the whole fleet
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| caddie jeeps, heated seats
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| party favors, snow, icebergs sheets
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| I like chicks with over-bites, make the urinal sweet
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| pullin my meat, we bust off we tossin’off on they cheeks
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| so rap saners, with homemade balze and face lifts
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| I’m from Brooklyn, home of the beat box and rapists
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| now I cruise Cali, fuck Jakes, fakes, and cash whores
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| drivin up the coast, cocaine stuck to my dashboard
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| y’all bitches nauseate me, knowing that scort is a tool
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| you mad corny, cause you probably watch porn for the dudes
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| sellin’your M3 for AZT and the test tubes
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| seconds too late, the man made serum affects you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Scumbags , by - Necro. Song from the album Brutality Part 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп