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scum (usa) - skeet skirt lyrics

[intro: scum]
sometimes you find yourself in a place where you just don’t want to be. surrounded by people that you can’t stand to be around. so what do you do?

[chorus: scum]
skeet skirt, race up out this b+tch (b+tch!)
if these motherf+ckers trippin’, gotta murder each of ’em
skeet skirt, race up out this ho (ho!)
first you gotta put ’em down then it’s time to go, yo
skeet skirt, race up out this b+tch (b+tch!)
if these motherf+ckers trippin’, gotta murder each of ’em
skeet skirt, race up out this ho (ho!)
first you gotta put ’em down, now it’s time to go

[verse 1: scum]
i don’t like these hoes and i suppose that they don’t like me
either so i chose to leave and close the door behind (huh!)
smellin’ like that gun smoke, everything i done broke
crunchin’ underneath my feet but see i do not mind (ugh!)
blind to all their pain, like+mind that is insane
mine doesn’t show no sign of sympathy or any love (ooh!)
walked into a wrong place, left you with a gone face
that’s replaced by stab wounds, something that there’s plenty of (uhh!)
screaming “f+ck your life” now, gleaming stainless knife
bound to end up inside some motherf+ckers puffed out chest (chest)
pokin’ it with precision, blurry like my vision
zoomin’ around this room is a blade and soon they’re put to rest (rest)
[chorus: scum]
skeet skirt, race up out this b+tch (b+tch!)
if these motherf+ckers trippin’, gotta murder each of ’em
skeet skirt, race up out this ho (ho!)
first you gotta put ’em down then it’s time to go, yo
skeet skirt, race up out this b+tch (b+tch!)
if these motherf+ckers trippin’, gotta murder each of ’em
skeet skirt, race up out this ho (ho!)
first you gotta put ’em down, now it’s time to go

[verse 2: scum]
cannot be true to me, cannot talk free (huh!) ’cause i feel weird vibes all around
weird thoughts, seein’ spots, not a lot can compare
to this need inside of me to see these guys in the ground
brrat! that mac+11 spittin’ lead will split your melon
motherf+ckers get to bailin’ when the bullets get to flyin’ (zoom!)
when they try to make a run for trunks, when dead they leave their gun for now
it’s doubtful that they’ll make it out or get to keep their lives
you can try to make a difference but you better keep your distance
from this motherf+ckin’ slaughter where a lot of people die
where you go to not return from, where you all have failed to learn from
other motherf+ckin’ victims of this sickness in my mind

- scum usa lyrics

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