Scum

(Whatta bam-bam, ...my body's ready to take you, through our flooding snot, go! Am I beaten?, you better funk me up!) 1. Rap Think of a spot walkin' itself to the widest white it finds oh shit - grappin' with its claws my burning flash, oh mama come! Looks like I'm doomed for real suffering amma victim of a passion play (fuck) I'm only able to crawl for the next few days I'll be battered, beat through out like a slave chorus: Not me, not me This scum si damn rotten - and never for me Not me, not me This scum, no, it can't beat me 2. Rap And no, I won't surrender, I'll beat it with tons of pure whiskey inside my body, I will keep it starving, I won't eat any healthy stuff oh, my dear booze, it's like magic, seems like a spot won't last I don't need it's part, I'll make it rot its million legs will run and fast chorus (Scum! Run!) Yo man, the spot is gone, wonder how my good remedy worked I'm supposed to feel well, I should, but I can't tell what if it's still there, whati if it's still inside, somewhere hiding, getting bigger, silently, violently oh gosh... cancer is here, cancer is everywhere! chorus I am dying of this scum! This is fucking boring!