Necro - Scumbags lyrics

(feat. Necro) [Chorus: Necro] We're gonna start k**in Cause I got these feelings inside So what your dead kid, you ain't special Millions have died You think sh**'s funny You'll laugh in a ditch After you get your face ripped off Or your left with half of your lips Even with a chest thats strapped with a vest No one's safe cause this evil infestes And stays trapped in your flesh And life, you learn its a risk You could get burned to a crisp You won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff [Verse 1: Goretex] Ronnie call, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs Went to his crib, I smelled 'em from the stench in the fridge Keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt Hopelessness stress, we feed them more coke to forget Garbage-bag em! 20 tecs to the windpipe Sit tight! my surgical gloves, surface the mid-whipes Sprinkle powdered X, triple on the blonde beaver Aiyyo satans back, and he just made the cover of Don Diva Some mail order teens, from philippines Sex puppet, congapegic, with bigger tits from Creatine Thuggin it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money sh** Thorazine, b**hes fillet, stay in my dungeon pit [Verse 2: Necro] Yo Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits I murdered this fat b**h, now its time to incinerate her slit Kid, uncle howie's new girlfriends is a cyborg A electronical vocal cords, spanish robotic who*e This b**h's kit, howie came over for a hit He asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some sh** Put him on the cover, filmed the video, (?) was smokin crack Yamulka and all that, so give him d**h We're takin fat pieces of sh**,in-slaving them And attaching them to horses, and cracking 'em with the whip I got gene, computer brain fried Sent him back to the projects with the roaches, so he commit suicide His mothers unbsene, she had a goiter attached to her face The size of a grape, had to cut it off with a lazer beam I put a gun to his head, should of bust a lead Cause the depressed f*ggot is cancerous as walking dead Mail em b**hes, co*kroaches and pictures Of asian b**hes, with shotties in the mouth, I'm sadistic I had a second barrel, flashin crotch My p**nographic dirty two panel is HOT [Verse 3: Goretex] We carry heat Howie rock the whole fleet Caddie jeeps,heated seats Party favors, snow, icebergs sheets I like chicks with over-bites, make the urinal sweet Pullin my meat, we bust off we tossin' off on they cheeks So rap saners, with homemade balze and face lifts I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beat box and rapists Now I cruise Cali, f** Jakes, fakes, and cash who*es Drivin up the coast, c**aine stuck to my dashboard Y'all b**hes nauseate me, knowing that scort is a tool You mad corny, cause you probably watch p**n for the dudes Sellin' your M3 for AZT and the test tubes Seconds too late, the man made serum affects you [Chorus]