Bad Dayz

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Do you best not think that it won't get worse
That a fuck like me will not fuck you up
And this back is scarred like a butcher's block
And against that rock better put 'em up
When they know what's up better guard your neck
Better fight for the life that you claim was shit
When the shit gets hard and hits the fan
Every man turns beast and the beast must eat
And this might be it for the world we know, I don't show concern at all
Wanna burn it all, wanna turn it all into ash and dust
Wanna take what's ugly take that knife and make it uglier
When the world's gone mad and it's not as bad when you slash and thrust
So thеre will be blood on the mothеrfucking walls of this crematorium
That's a gory end for the story set in the modern times
That I hellafuck like the glory hole at a porn emporium
If the world might end then you tell them feds not to solve them crimes
Better hug your wives better hold your kids better load that extra clip
Take a butcher knife and you grip it tight like a stripper's ass
When you stab that first motherfuck you can that you see hop out the whip
In his fuckin' chest with no questions asked for this trip to pass

[Chorus: SCUM]
These are bad days it gets worse though
World ablaze and it's your turn to ride that hearse so
Better go and dig a hole for you to rest in
Feeling the urge to hang yourself with your own intestine
So invest in some ammunition
Do some dope to help you cope with this condition
Bet you felt that you were dealt a shitty hand in
Game of life and it's up to you how this game is ending

[Verse 2: Cody Manson]
I've seen better days, seen better nights
Seen a rat get locked up in the cage
And get out the same day cuz he snitched twice
But that ain't me, that ain't you, that's not us (no)
It's all fun and games 'til your girl gets knocked up
So you hit the block put your packs fuck around and get locked up
Grab that wheel homie please don't lose control
The world is spinning on a broken axis
You haters couldn't see me through a scope with glasses
I'm a trippy wicked hippie with a twist of trap shit
Twelve gauge buckshot make you do a backflip
I'm sick of the gossip, sick of the nonsense, sick of the rumors
It's cancerous like a tumor (tumor)
I'm losing my sense of humor (humor)
And about to snap don't make me lose it
Vision turning red under the influence
Gun to my head don't think I won't do it
The mediator trying to talk me through it
What you know about sacrifice? Losing all your investments?
What you know about fake friends scheming on the low with bad intentions?
But I stay relentless, you like it or not, you gon' feel my presence
You must have a death wish, keep talkin' reckless, you'll get your neck slit
Keep on searching for a higher power, never underestimate a giant
Fuck the world I'ma set it on fire
Anarchy I'm inciting riots

[Chorus: SCUM]
These are bad days it gets worse though
World ablaze and it's your turn to ride that hearse so
Better go and dig a hole for you to rest in
Feeling the urge to hang yourself with your own intestine
So invest in some ammunition
Do some dope to help you cope with this condition
Bet you felt that you were dealt a shitty hand in
Game of life and it's up to you how this game is ending