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scum - r-u-s (respect, unite, support) lyrics

everyone is steady sayin horrorcore is dead
sad cuz wicked sh-t is dyin no more hope ahead
b-tchin’ cuz their shows be empty and cds don’t sell
f-ck ’em all i keep on grindin ’til i burn in h-ll
guess the ship is really sinkin rats are tryin to flee
switching styles but no one even wants they sh-t for free
set hop i resent, watch these f-ggots run
gorehop represent, let me get my gun
puttin a couple hollow points up in they f-ckin back
rappers scared to claim our genre, say this sh-t is wack
no one gives it any credit, saying there’s no hope
m-th-f-ckas that were legends got strung out on dope
no one wants to drop an album, it won’t sell enough
venues will not book our concerts, and that sh-t is rough
we’re still standing, fans still love us, so we stay and fight
’til we’re dead this sh-t ain’t dying, underground unite!

respect, unite, support the underground
until the last of us are dead and buried six feet deep
respect your fans, they are the underground
the ones who’re down to ride or die are those you have to keep
unite the scene, we all are part of it
not horrorcore and wicked sh-t, it’s all the f-ckin same
support the ones who put their heart in it
cuz only they are finna grow will come up in this game

hoppin round the f-ckin stage at my every show
those who’ve seen me tear the sh-t up know that it is so
when i’m touring, blood be pouring on the moshpit floors
fans are lining up to see us at the venue doors
i’ve performed for many hundreds and some crowds of ten
it don’t matter cuz i value every single fan
ban my sh-t, i’ll book another show
rent me out, your town i’m back fo mo
never stoppin, never quittin, never givin it up
b-tch don’t tell me to retire or i’ll f-ck you up
few more years left inside me and i’m gonna do
what i can for our genre ’til i’m f-ckin through
’til the fans will not listen to our raps no more
steady spittin, heavy hittin, claiming horrorcore
this is gore, i’m f-ckin p-ssing on the quitter’s graves
we ain’t stoppin ’til we droppin’like them all night raves

genre got too many rappers i don’t give a f-ck
even if they all were rapping i would test my luck
don’t be scared of compet-tion, little whiney b-tch
if you say you wanna get me, i am in your reach
sc-m the butcher lives in denver and 2338
south lafayette, you f-ggots bring your f-cking hate
come correct or on the stretcher, you’ll be goin home
when i bust you with the cordless right upside ya dome
give my life for what i’m doing, not afraid to take
one or two, you didn’t think so that was your mistake
fake m-th-f-ckas say my cause is hopeless
they can eat a f-ckin d-ck up, cuz we’re spittin dopeness
pop less motherf-cking x and clear your head
or else i will swing my axe and leave ya dead
i would die for all my fans that would die for me
we will ressurrect this genre you just wait and see

respect, unite, support the underground
respect, unite, support
respect, unite, support the underground
respect, unite, support
respect, unite, support the underground
respect, unite, support
respect, unite, support the underground
respect, unite, support

- scum lyrics

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