Ishyuz

[Chorus: SCUM]
There are many that probably will miss you
'Bout to hand 'em your head and a box of tissues
We got issues, that goes without saying (Yeah yeah)
We got issues and others end up paying (Yeah yeah)
With they lives, yo, we back just like your cold sores (Ooh)
Sticking knives through they motherfucking torsos (Ooh)
Hella cold so in acid we dissolve 'em
We got issues and this is how we solve 'em

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Bad diarrhea type of crazy mucho cuckoo
Red surface glazy, slip-n-slide I'm in a mood to
Move out the way or you will add to the crimson
Who'd wanna play with my insane? I'ma kill some
Dumb motherfuckers don't know why I'm like this
Throw him in the river, pretty sure where his wife is
Thrown in the oven, he cooks with his children
Smelling a barbecue that happens in this ice cold building (Нет!)
I'ma feel them pedos in my basement
With the body parts of those that know where my place at
Tying up the loose ends that know how my face looks
Killer from the roost found on they Grams and they Facebooks' (Uh)
Pull the lace hooks, I am an entertainer
Then I chase hookers down a little later
Cut they arms off and offer them a hand
I'm pressing thumbs on they throats and watching them dying (Dying)

[Chorus: SCUM]
There are many that probably will miss you
'Bout to hand 'em your head and a box of tissues
We got issues, that goes without saying (Yeah yeah)
We got issues and others end up paying (Yeah yeah)
With they lives, yo, we back just like your cold sores (Ooh)
Sticking knives through they motherfucking torsos (Ooh)
Hella cold so in acid we dissolve 'em
We got issues and this is how we solve 'em

[Verse 2: SCUM]
I am no angel, my wings made of fire
Born in a manger, I’m not, my desire
Is bringing scissors to dick measure contests (Snip)
Leave you moaning like you are having phone sex (Ooh)
Guess I'm on next, better clear the stage off (Hah)
Let's be honest, time to turn the page on (Да!)
All those ran-through-vagina type of people
Mortal man, I decide to turn out evil
Fuck being fake, yo, and fuck being scaredy
Fucked like a corpse at a Pet Cemetery
For trying to be what you are not indeed
You make shit we don't need
Either way you will bleed (Hah hah!)
Will my issues outweigh my reason?
They will miss you, dead will not be reasoned
You are not Jesus Christ but you can (Can can)
Die like Him, getting sliced by my hand (Hand)

[Chorus: SCUM]
There are many that probably will miss you
'Bout to hand 'em your head and a box of tissues
We got issues, that goes without saying (Yeah yeah)
We got issues and others end up paying (Yeah yeah)
With they lives, yo, we back just like your cold sores (Ooh)
Sticking knives through they motherfucking torsos (Ooh)
Hella cold so in acid we dissolve 'em
We got issues and this is how we solve 'em