Lyrics Whore I Spit On - Smallz One, scum

Whore I Spit On

I don’t want to talk, I just want to watch
Take you home and crucify you on a big cross
Took me thirty-three years just to realize that
I can do whatever the fuck I want, and that’s a fine fact
Go ahead, rewind that, and take it to the crime lab
Test my DNA and tell me if they ever find that
I was Danny Glover to the place that I said I was
Manglin' and stranglin' this hoe where the hell of us
Everything is dead, everything is lovely
How I think of this shit, ever since I was three
Never seen a monster disappointed in her kid like mine was
I’m sick of sayin' sorry, that’s time on my watch
Still is, and it won’t change, accept that and go
You still won’t understand me if you disect the flow
Underneath the microscope, and it still don’t make sense
Killing all these bitches only way I make friends
Thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on
Never thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on
Now I have an antic I want out I walk on
Kill or be killed rest in peace for the doctor
But bitch I ain’t a carpet, no I ain’t a doormat
Drain your blood inside my tub and dump it for a warm bath
Everyday the battle like a soldier on a war path
Ear plugs in, 'cause I heard it when I tour that
You don’t want to be friends, I am not nice (bitch)
Judge me by the cover, but did you read the spine?
(no)
Won’t you make an unwelcomed entrance, there is no exit
Room full of skulls and they all got dented
Why is she so quiet?
Bet she never talks
'Cause I only talk to the faces inside of the walls
Way too nice to be sayin' this shit
So was John Wayne Gacy and Henry Lee Lucas
Be careful who you trust for your sake and mine
Hell is a state of mind I findin' blissful and divine
Thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on
Never thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on
Fuck you and your mamma with a gonorrhea dick
'Cause he has to excess you get chopped like a brick
Every trick had a lick and picked up the disease
'Cause you leak bloody puss from a few STDs
On your knees when you pray to the God that is I
Better try to with the holy rod that I shove up your ass
Then you blow till you gag
Take this load down your throat
Got to get in the bag, woooh
Man what a fuckin' mess
Time to clean up after myself
Got to dispose of the garbage
Yo, go!
Draggin' a motherfuckin' smelly cunt
And said he fuckin' down like fuckin' hung up on my back in a black trash bag
You’re fuckin' dumb, bitch
Then deserves a beatin' with a pipe that’s made of lead
You gave me brain, you got no brain
But I had to prove it when I cracked your head
Dead like a hooker that I got buried in my yard
The world is now a better place come see your face in a fuckin' cardboard box
But have you seen me satisfied, it’s all lost
Soon to be green like salad that I’m about to make you toss
Thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on
Never thought for once that it would come to this
But I can’t hold it in, because it makes me sick
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on
Fuck you, you’re the whore that I spit on