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son of sam (rapper) - scumbag lyrics

yo i’m a clean cut drunk, an elegant mongrel
with my feet up bruz, i do what i want to
straight up my place looks like a dump, but i leave the house looking like a million bucks
and if you see me out then you’d swear i was rich, until you notice that i’m p-ssed and whistlen’ at your missus
blowin’ kisses to fit b-tches and starting fights, with fat c-ck blocking women that ruin your night
i’m a beautiful type, i got swag;
nearly everything i’ve bought sports a man on a horse
fresh jeans most the time my face be shaved clean, it’s all part of the scheme to keep the sc-mbag unseen

99 bottles of beer on the wall
f-ck that i’m sinking more p-ss than public toilet systems
think i’m a nice guy now, you’re a clown, i’m a low down sc-m bag you just haven’t found out, nuh

don’t be fooled, yo check the att-tude, i’m a sc-mbag baby
don’t act like you couldn’t tell that, deep inside i’m an impolite, inconsiderate -ssh0l-
chauvinistic, s-xist pig with a chip on my shoulder
i don’t respect anybody, don’t be deceived by the way that i speak
i’m an undercover sc-mbag

man i couldn’t give a rat’s -ss about your issues
when you put that music out it’s like you want us to diss you
lets face it, i don’t do this for the cash punk, i’m happy where i am while these sl-ts are getting their tummy tucked
you got vanity issues and i’d hate to bring it up
but unfortunately for you, ya still look like a mutt
hahahaha, oi was that harsh? f-ck, f-ck that sl-t
man, f-ck a dj that don’t wanna give me play
i’m the rawest thing since that cd that chopper read made
and i don’t give respect when its due
when i was young i used to knock and run ‘n’ doorstep ya shoes
excuse me while i get loose, on the booze, in king’s cross laughing, starting disputes with the prost-tutes
stopping who? me? nah never that, i’ll never change my ways till i’m sleeping the grave
chances of me turning over a new leaf, are as ’bout as likely as the un accomplishing world peace
so please, go easy on the subject, i’m cool with criticism, but watch how you construct it
sun sets then i’m out on the prowl, go from prince charles to odb within an hour
f-ck a shower son, the aftershave master, musk of a no good nuisance drunk, whats up!

johnny walker, jim bean, jd’s, vb’s, carlton draught
all of the above get’s me drunk
alizé, hennessy, grey goose, green tea with rum, cost too much but it get’s me drunk
word, and you can call it what you wanna call it, quotin’ xzibit cause i’m a motherf-ckin’ alcoholic
on them pingaz son, do i know you?
you mustn’t understand how i’m living so let me show you
i’m shifty, low down, gritty and grimy
no morals, drink driving through school zones doin’ 90
serious and i don’t care what i hit
like smack down junkies sharing blood filled syringes, split
’cause once the drop hits my lips, i get the taste for blood and start craving like a pregnant chick
harsher then fastin’, charmin’ but starvin’, plastered seein’ stars like marvin the martian
i’m hardly an artist, more like a b-st-rd
that’s armed like an arson with bars everlastin’
m-ssages in parlours, and champagne gl-sses
to barfin’ in cars, drinking flasks of the harshest
she marvel from far, cause i’ve mastered the art, but when i’m not around you’re like, man f-ck ???
dude please, save the tears, why you mad for kid? i’m a straight sc-mbag and your missus loves it!

don’t be fooled yo, check the att-tude, i’m a sc-mbag baby
don’t act like you couldn’t tell that, deep inside i’m an impolite, inconsiderate -ssh0l-
chauvinistic, s-xist pig with a chip on my shoulder
i don’t respect anybody, don’t be deceived by the way that i speak
i’m an undercover sc-mbag

- son of sam rapper lyrics

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