Goretex, Necro - Scumbags lyrics

Willin' to start killin' 'cause I
Got no feelings inside
So what? Ya' dead kid, you ain't special
Millions have died you think shit's funny
You'll laugh in a ditch
After you get your face ripped off
Or you're left with half of your lips
Even with a chest strapped with a vest
No one's safe
'cause disease will infest and stay
Trapped in your flesh
In life you learn it's a risk
You could get burned to a crisp
You won't know
It could be your turn to be stiff!

Ronnie called
Said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs
Wench in the crib
I smelled her from the stench in his fridge
Keepin' the chicks on booze
They better broken in debt
Hopeless and stressed
We fed 'em all coke to forget
Garbage bag 'em 20 TECs to the windpipe
Sit tight
My surgical gloves service a midwife
Sprinkle powdered X
Trifle on the blonde beaver
Ayo, Satan's back and he just made
The cover of Don Diva
Some male order teens from Philippines
Sex puppet, quadriplegic
With bigger tit's from Creatine
Thuggin' it, me and my drug covenant
We on some money shit
Thorazine, bitches fillet
Stay in my dungeon pit

Yo, Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tit's
I murdered this fat bitch
Now it's time to incinerate her slit
Kid, Uncle Howie's new girlfriend is a cyborg
Electronical vocal cords
Spanish robotic whore
This bitch's kit, Howie came over for a hit
He asked me for 10 bucks so he
Could go shoot up some shit
Put him on a cover, filmed the video
Mordecai was smokin' crack
Yarmulke and all that, so give him dap
We're takin fat pieces of shit's
Enslaving 'em and attachin' em to the horses
And crackin 'em with the whip
I got Gene, computer guys brain fried
Sent him back to the
Projects with the roaches
So he commit's suicide his mother's obscene
She had a wart attached to her face
The size of a grape
Padded cut off with laser beams
I put a gun to his head
Should've bust the lead
'cause that depressed faggot is cancerous
I'm walking dead
Mailing bitches, cockroaches and pictures
Of Asian bitches with shotties
In their mouth, i'm sadistic
I had her suckin' barrel, flashin' crotch
My pornographic thirty two panel
Insert is HOT!

We carry heat howie rock the whole fleet
Caddie jeeps, heated seats
Party favors, snow, in iceberg sheets
I like chicks with over-bites
Make the urinal sweet
Pullin my meat, bust off
We tossin' off on they cheeks
Some rap sadists
With homemade blades and face lifts
I'm from Brooklyn
Home of the beat box and rapists
Now I cruise Cali
Fuck jakes, fakes and cash whores
Drivin up the coast
Cocaine stuck to my dashboard
Y'all bitches nauseate me
Knowing that scorn is a tool
You're mad corny 'cause you probably
Watch porn for the dudes
Sellin' your M3 for AZT in a test tube
Cept it's too late
The man made serum infects you

Willin' to start killin' 'cause I
Got no feelings inside
So what? Ya' dead kid, you ain't special
Millions have died you think shit's funny
You'll laugh in a ditch
After you get your face ripped off
Or you're left with half of your lips
Even with a chest strapped with a vest
No one's safe
'cause disease will infest and stay
Trapped in your flesh
In life you learn it's a risk
You could get burned to a crisp
You won't know
It could be your turn to be stiff!