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friday the 13th part 3 - scum (usa) lyrics

[verse 1: scum & borey]
i got my bl**dy apr*n on, slipped out my gig and get f*cked up
i know i’ve done a lot of wrong, so if i’m caught i get locked up
a pity padded f*cking cell, i’d rather die and burn in h*ll
but while i’m free as you consume my k!lling spree is doing away my body count
when i have increased, so many more have lost their lives
i had some fun with the deceased
somebody’s mom, somebody’s wives
i raped their corpses there’s still blood while chewing off their fingertips
they never know when i’ma strike because they say, “he never sleeps”
i’m sicker than syphilis, with this skitz i’ma stick a b*tch
winking, and this is a motherf*cker where murder is imminent
indiscriminatory when it comes to selecting victims
listen to borey, i tell a story about how i stick ’em
picking ’em off like interceptions, my pistol bow
.44 caliber smith & wesson that c*cks, bow
take a few seconds say something for the dearly departed, like f*ck ’em
friday the 13th i’ma buck ’em, buck ’em, buck ’em
borey and scum have returned to your land
friday 1*3 k!lling spree with no end
sent you to h*ll, f*ck ’em up, bleed ’em dry
ripping you into shreds, bloodshed, as we be watching you die
die motherf*cker let’s see what’s in store, for you today
dawg it’s worse than before
did this two times now we’ve came back for more
blood mixed with blood as it drips on the floor
ain’t it a motherf*cker, pull your intestines up out your stomach tie a knot around your throat and i choke ya
provoke ya, poke ya, smoke ya, spark up the doja
take a p*ss on your face, kick you in the d*ck and get ghost, uh
it is the sickness?
a n*gga better know because i’m finna roll ’em up
murder with the quickness
you motherf*cking right because i don’t give a f*ck
i’m 51*50 and bigger, donkey konging n*ggas like a gorilla
a k!lling k!lla, murder take all your skrilla
millimeter’s spilling blood for reala
i’ll sodomize you with the drill and burn your face off with the torch
and when you’re dead i’ll leave your head up on your parents f*cking porch
i’ll gouge your eyes out with a spoon and fill the socket with d*ck
and when i go to pull it out it sounds like (pop) that’s f*cking sick
i take a sh*t on your remains and smear your blood up on the wall
my d*ck is covered with your brains, but that don’t bother me at all
that’s when we do, the same old thing, the same old thing a different year
and every time we’ll leave behind dismembered bodies everywhere
picture these vicious intentions, mac*11 clips is extended
extensive damage done by hollow tips, cyanide dipped and injected
into your body and filling you up to the brim
i’m ripping your arms off from your elbows, future outlook is grim
grin as i razor*blade you from the shin to shin
murder you and all your next of kin
everybody’s dying once i begin
body parts is frying, even the skin
so don’t f*ck with the gravedigger, put you in a pine box grave n*gga
murdering even though i’m paid n*gga
everybody getting kd, f*ck
[chorus: scum, borey, & both]
friday the 13th
homicide on my mind and they don’t need to question cause bodies fry when we ride
better f*cking hide and we put a knife inside of your body, now it’s bl**dy and your torso’s open wide
friday the 13th
the cemetery is next, i send you to an early grave with a ice pick in yo chest
best not pest or we’ll make you pay, overfill the morgue with bodies on this bl**dy day
friday the 13th
homicide on my mind and they don’t need to question cause bodies fry when we ride
better f*cking hide and we put a knife inside of your body, now it’s bl**dy and your torso’s open wide
friday the 13th
the cemetery is next, i send you to an early grave with a ice pick in yo chest
best not pest or we’ll make you pay, overfill the morgue with bodies on this bl**dy day

- scum usa lyrics

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