Mad Skillz

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Push somebody, slap somebody, time to tear this place apart
Kick somebody, punch somebody if you think you have some heart
Those that don't ain't scared of cracking, crack somebody in the head
If you're feeling calm and peaceful, now's the time we all get mad
You look surprised, you look confused, you look like you's about to ask
Just who the fuck he thinks he is, a skinny Jason with no mask
A Freddy with no fucking burns who left his razor glove at home
And can't get mad with both his arms with maggots crawling in his dome
I know you think that I ain't right and since I'm white my rap ain't tight
But something tells me that you might not think that if you lost your sight
If you was blind without a clue about how I look and heard me flow
Just like a preacher that lost his faith and dared to have an ounce of blow
Yet feel this kill and bob your head and put your hands up in the air
So judge the hooks and not the looks, be fair, although I just don't care
About all the hate and all the shit that you might talk behind my back
If you got love then I got love, if not, then suck my hairy sack
I'm not the mess you claim to be, but as you'll see I'll hit the stage
And make you feel my fucking rage while busting like a sawed-off gauge
I love this shit, I'll live this shit until I'm dead and left to rot
I'm gonna rap, I'm gonna bust, I'm gonna flow because I got

[Chorus: SCUM]
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)

[Verse 2: SCUM]
They must've dropped me as a kid, they did cuz all my screws are loose
I know there's something wrong with me but I'm not tryna make a truce
With all of you, I give a fuck
You hate me? Hate me all you want
I'm gonna write this verse I hate
Blood drip is gonna be my font
Cuz blood will drip, yeah, blood will drip
If you got hate then I got hate
My psychotherapist gave up because he said it was too late
To try to change what I became, so blame the game
It's not my fault cuz SCUM The Lowlife's on the loose and Ivan's locked up in the vault
Without no air but you don't care if Ruski dies and scares some stays
Cuz you refused to use my skills and I refused to change my ways
Straitjacket sucks, straitjacket blows, but you don't wanna see me free
I'm trapped within these padded walls just to prevent a killing spree
I'm not insane but yes, I'm sick, so suck my dick if you oppose
Cuz haters get no love from me, to me all those are just some hoes
So snap, go off and fuck shit up cuz this is where the shit gets deep
No matter how my life will turn there's certain things I'm gonna keep

[Chorus: SCUM]
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)

[Verse 3: SCUM]
If you got beef then I got beef
You got your strap, I got my strap
Quit pressing all my buttons fool cuz you's about to make a step
Up in the clip, up in my Glock, full metal jacket hollow points
Unload the clip on those who trip and fools get smoked like endo joints
A pointy tip inside the hole, them hollow tips are Hydra-Shok
And all that means is more will die when I unload the fucking Glock
Bitch, I don't wear no Kevlar vest
No seatbelt on when I drop-top
But I'll make sure the job gets done if I am forced to shoot some punk
Up in my trunk there's always heat
If I get beat the heat comes out
Don't shout or stare, don't shout about
You'll get put out without a doubt
No disrespect, though we be cool
I'll warn you fool, I'm missing screws
And so I choose to always win
No matter what I cannot lose
Fuck one-to-one, fuck toe-to-toe
It's strap on strap and clip to clip
I'm not afraid to fucking die and if you are you shouldn't have tripped
Since I live fast I will die young
So hook me up and when I'm dead
Engrave this on my fucking stone
"He lived, He died, He always had"

[Chorus: SCUM]
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)
Mad skills on the mic
Loose screws in my head
Hollow points in the clip, in my Glock (Uh uh)