Twisting Off Your Balls While Listening to You Shout

[Intro: SCUM]
Do you wanna die? Tell me, do you wanna die?
Do you wanna die? Tell me, do you wanna die?
Do you wanna die? Tell me, do you wanna die?
Do you wanna die? 'Cause all of you are gonna die

[Verse 1: SCUM]
I hope you die, I hope you die, I hope your store burns down
’Cause if it does you'd lose your job, so 4-1-2 will clown
Your staff is just a bunch of fags that's scared of what I bust
And so I must go put in work and smoke ’em like some dust
I trust you know you little hoe, your life is gonna cease
There'll be no peace you fucking fag so catch you some disease
If I twist and shout I have no doubt that they'd be sucking dicks
And licking ass and hairy balls while dissing local cliques
That [red well covered cover drum?] that's smeared everywhere
'Cause someone came to buy my shit and found that it ain't there
They got pissed off, the gauge went off, your boss just caught a slug
Because instead of my CD he offered them a hug
How would you feel if you came out and all your tires was flat?
And someone pushed you to the ground and beat you with a bat?
Get popped, get dropped 'cause you's a fag that works for Twist and Shout
Because you stole unsightly gore we’ll smoke you like some trout

[Chorus: SCUM]
Molotov cocktail through your window ’cause it's time to burn
Disrespecting Denver’s sickness, don't you bitches learn?
Ban my shit and get fucked up, better be aware
There's a bloodbath at your store, bodies everywhere
Some of you might start to wonder what this song's about
Sing along and tell them bitches, fucking twist and shout

[Verse 2: SCUM]
I heard you bitches were so scared you carried some CD
You wouldn’t even have your store give out that shit for free
So fuck you fags with ghetto rags so you don't know who's who
That are all up on you with a gat so what ya gonna do
Your store is wack and never tell the people that I know
That if you shop at Twist and Shout you're just a bitch ass hoe
So save your dodo whining shit, instead go buy a gun
Walk in the store and stick 'em up, get baited, have some fun
But really what can you expect from hippies, nags and fags
They all belong inside a morgue so dump them body bags
So listen fool it would be cool if Twist and Shout blew up
If someone sent that store a bomb and fucked them bitches up
You're overtime you fucking slime and sucking off your boss
To get yourself a quarter raise and solid you would toss
You wanna sue me, that's too bad 'cause you don't know my name
And if you do, stop fucking [wonder?] me it's all the same

[Chorus: SCUM]
Molotov cocktail through your window 'cause it's time to burn
Disrespecting Denver's sickness, don't you bitches learn?
Ban my shit and get fucked up, better be aware
There's a bloodbath at your store, bodies everywhere
Some of you might start to wonder what this song's about
Sing along and tell them bitches, fucking twist and shout

[Verse 3: SCUM]
Ain't got no love for what they do, ain't got no love for them
I hope that when their store burns down my crew ain't got a cam
I will be twisting off their balls while listening to them shout
I hope that they can take their pain and doubt without a doubt
We post up in their parking lot and pull a fucking gun
On anyone who goes to shop, gonna make them bitches run
Fill up [way till the we?] C4 and send it to your store
You turn it on, next thing you know the blast took off your dome
I tell you why when I pass by, a blind homicide
'Cause when you stab a sucker slow they talk about they pride
Them fucking hoes that tie their clothes, had their balls took off for smack
And so I had to grab the mic and drop this hateful track
They smoking crack is what they did, it's worse than suicide
They dissed the sickest fucking clique and thought we'd let 'em slide
So open wide, I got this dick that all of you can suck
I hope you choke and have a stroke 'cause I don't give a fuck

[Chorus: SCUM]
Molotov cocktail through your window 'cause it's time to burn
Disrespecting Denver's sickness, don't you bitches learn?
Ban my shit and get fucked up, better be aware
There's a bloodbath at your store, bodies everywhere
Some of you might start to wonder what this song's about
Sing along and tell them bitches, fucking twist and shout