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scum (us) - 51/50 lyrics

[intro]
most of the time i’m pretty normal just like everybody else. it’s only once in a while that i get these cravings. cravings to pick up my gun and go off and shoot people. shoot people until i run out of f+cking bullets. now watch them flop on the ground in a puddle of their own blood while p+ssing on them. get up!

[verse 1]
oh sh+t m+th+f+cka this is it you better run
i’m walking up in the classroom shooting and waving around my f+cking gun
they scream so i blast “buck buck!” while she fall i’m giving a f+ck
they better duck duck down better crawl
crawl for your life or else i’m slitting your f+cking dome
you was a fool and came to school and now i doubt you be going home
i’m feeling fifty in this b+tch i’m murdering all that’s in my reach
i’m putting a slug in a little kid and watching his body f+cking twitch
f+ck everybody evil half is in control
i’m adding to my murder toll and heading up to the f+cking mall
i’m on a roll let’s f+cking brawl my ex against your shopping bags
i’m popping i’m dropping em steadily chopping em hanging up all them yuppie f+gs
get the body bags the paddy wagon and the stretcher
butcher coming at you gonna get you gonna catch you
left you screaming they will slice up off your tits
stretch up underground and i be dicing you into bits
[chorus 2]
51/50 that means i’m bipolar
51/50 that means my mind ain’t right
51/50 i’ll k!ll you for a dollar
51/50 i’ll stab you in a fight
51/50 i love to shoot at people
51/50 i make the curses spill
51/50 this half of me is evil
51/50 i love to f+cking k!ll

[verse 2]
hate crime on my mind ain’t no love for a f+g
knocking him out with a baseball bat and then his body finna drive
chained up to my truck i’m giving a f+ck and making him hate
don’t suck all the d+ck and you be living another day cause d+cks are for chicks
i’m gaining my raise for murder sprees so i’m going to one of those k!ll em all their names should be deceased
attack from the back in the black cadillac cl!ckety clack with the tec smoking em all like a sack
big body stack and so i’m getting a f+cking axe and starting to hack their arms and legs and necks and backs
i’m baking up all their body parts and ima send em for their ass and wind up all this hits
just need you to press the b+tton h+lla fast (boom!)
my 50 cal begins to spit
i’m loving watching em as they flop all over the ground as they hit
and i’m dismembering them as well and writing out “i’ll f+cking quit”
just blame my twisted evil half that’s making me really f+cking sick

[chorus 1]
half of me is righteous half of me is evil
half of me is normal half of me ain’t right
half of me is peaceful half of me is vicious
hunting m+th+f+ckas down and attacking them in the night
got too many problems got too many issues
half of me can help with other half don’t care
evil half is winning slowly taking over
bodies all over blood is everywhere
[verse 3]
i’m giving a f+ck how big your c+nt your b+lls your posse and your d+ck are
there’s a pit bull off the chain but you can call me michael vick
sick in the head i’m f+cking vicious taking a life i’m looking hard
k!lling a preacher and a nanny k!lling a f+ggot and a tard
heard a baby crying for mammy smashing a baby with a broad
checking a slammer with a semi drive it into an aids walk
used to be normal now abnormal
used to be sane but now insane
used to be down to help somebody now he down to eat their brain
now he down to mutilate i cut him to pieces with a knife
i’m gonna drain him with a chainsaw somebody’s mom somebody’s wife
running up on an elder couple making em pick who’s dying first
i want to man a shopping scanner point it at a head and make it burst
creeping a he+rs+ cause i don’t plan on hanging up close they come unroused
tripping a b+tch before i beat her f+cking her fore she gets the cow
better stay clear and shake in fear when i approach you better run
i’m on a mission my condition make me maim and k!ll for fun

[chorus 2]
51/50 that means i’m bipolar
51/50 that means my mind ain’t right
51/50 i’ll k!ll you for a dollar
51/50 i’ll stab you in a fight
51/50 i love to shoot at people
51/50 i make the curses spill
51/50 this half of me is evil
51/50 i love to f+cking k!ll

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