GORETEX - Scumbags lyrics

rate me

(feat. Necro)

[Chorus: Necro]

We're gonna start killin

Cause I got these feelings inside

So what your dead kid, you ain't special

millions have died

you think shit's funny

you'll laugh in a ditch

after you get your face ripped off

or your left with half of your lips

Even with a chest thats strapped with a vest

No one's safe cause this evil infestes

and stays trapped in your flesh

And life, you learn its a risk

you could get burned to a crisp

you won't know, it could be your turn to be stiff

[Verse 1: Goretex]

Ronnie call, said we gotta dig a hole for some pigs

went to his crib, I smelled 'em from the stench in the fridge

keepin' the chicks on booze, they better broken in debt

hopelessness stress, we feed them more coke to forget

garbage-bag em! 20 tecs to the windpipe

sit tight! my surgical gloves, surface the mid-whipes

sprinkle powdered X, triple on the blonde beaver

Aiyyo satans back, and he just made the cover of Don Diva

some mail order teens, from philippines

sex puppet, congapegic, with bigger tits from Creatine

Thuggin it, me and my drug covenant, we on some money shit

Thorazine, bitches fillet, stay in my dungeon pit

[Verse 2: Necro]

Yo Mitch, we gotta burn a pair of tits

I murdered this fat bitch, now its time to incinerate her slit

kid, uncle howie's new girlfriends is a cyborg

a electronical vocal cords, spanish robotic whore

this bitch's kit, howie came over for a hit

he asked me for 10 bucks so he could go shoot up some shit

put him on the cover, filmed the video, (?) was smokin crack

yamulka and all that, so give him death

we're takin fat pieces of shit,in-slaving them

and attaching them to horses, and cracking 'em with the whip

I got gene, computer brain fried

sent him back to the projects with the roaches, so he commit suicide

his mothers unbsene, she had a goiter attached to her face

the size of a grape, had to cut it off with a lazer beam

I put a gun to his head, should of bust a lead

cause the depressed faggot is cancerous as walking dead

mail em bitches, cockroaches and pictures

of asian bitches, with shotties in the mouth, I'm sadistic

I had a second barrel, flashin crotch

my pornographic dirty two panel is HOT

[Verse 3: Goretex]

We carry heat

Howie rock the whole fleet

caddie jeeps,heated seats

party favors, snow, icebergs sheets

I like chicks with over-bites, make the urinal sweet

pullin my meat, we bust off we tossin' off on they cheeks

so rap saners, with homemade balze and face lifts

I'm from Brooklyn, home of the beat box and rapists

now I cruise Cali, fuck Jakes, fakes, and cash whores

drivin up the coast, cocaine stuck to my dashboard

y'all bitches nauseate me, knowing that scort is a tool

you mad corny, cause you probably watch porn for the dudes

sellin' your M3 for AZT and the test tubes

seconds too late, the man made serum affects you

[Chorus]