Bout To Snap

[Intro: William Foster (Michael Douglas) & Rick (Brent Hinkley)]
I don't want lunch, I want breakfast
Yeah, well hey, I'm really sorry
Yeah, well hey, I'm really sorry too
Oh god!

[Bridge 1: SCUM]
Snap the bitches neck
Time to snap the bitches neck, kill her
Snap the bitches neck
Time to snap the bitches neck, kill her
Snap the bitches neck
Time to snap the bitches neck, kill her
Snap the bitches neck
Time to snap the bitches neck

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Now get pissed off and I'm about to go off
So fuck off, knock it off, or I gеt my sawed off
Blow your fucking heads off then disappеar in the night
Out of sight, out of light, all that's left is the fright
Then I might reappear, filled with fear when I'm near
Double-aught in my gauge, my intentions are clear
Drink your beer, smoke your blunt so you don't feel the pain
When you're slain as I drain all the blood from your brain
Some would say I'm insane but I think I'm okay
Get the fucking AK, spray the ones in my way
No one trip, pistol grip gonna come out the trunk
With my finger squeeze the trig, put a hole in you punk
Motherfuck self-control, hope that inch them to jump
Pop this song, hit the bong, grab the pump and then dump
I engage in this rage and there's no turning back
Better pack you a MAC or get shot through your neck

[Chorus 1: Borey & SCUM]
'Bout to go off, I'm dropping bombs like Hiroshima
Full clips and hollow tips fast like fucking cheetahs
You cockblockers ain't got the bulletproof four hits
I'm 'bout to snap and leave your block with bloodshed
Feel that I'm about to snap, 'bout to take this shit no more
Time to load the .44 'cause it's time to go to war
Time to split somebodies wig, time to slit they fucking throat
Time to shoot 'em in the chest, [no one there but I'm too cold?]

[Verse 2: Borey]
'Bout to snap, these niggas running they traps
I'm stopping 'em in they tracks, puttin' 'em on they backs
Juking 'em like a sack, flipping 'em like a stack
I'm chewing 'em up like snacks and peeling 'em back like caps
Agitation, niggas pushing my buttons, stop selling wolf tickets, you bitches known for fronting
Talking shit out the side of your neck
Don't make me slap you like a bitch and put yo chin in check
Motherfuckers test winners, trynna piss me off
On the edge of confrontation, I conversate with sawed-offs
Hauled off to yo casket, wait
It's too late for talk, can't tolerate the hate
But you everlasting faggots that keep on pushing, murderism is a hobby, tell yo bitch keep douching
If you push, I push back
If you trip you get slapped
Haters on haterade testing Borey I'm 'bout to snap

[Chorus 2: SCUM & Borey]
Feel that I'm about to snap, 'bout to take this shit no more
Time to load the .44 'cause it's time to go to war
Time to split somebodies wig, time to slit they fucking throat
Time to shoot 'em in the chest, [no one there but I'm too cold?]
'Bout to go off, I'm dropping bombs like Hiroshima
Full clips and hollow tips fast like fucking cheetahs
You cockblockers ain't got the bulletproof four hits
I'm 'bout to snap and leave your block with bloodshed

[Verse 3: SCUM]
I'm about to take a crap, if you snap I'll bust the cap
Feel the rage throughout my rap, you don't wanna see me snap
Slap your face, despite your cries, put a slug between your eyes
Otherwise there's no surprise if your family fucking dies
I'm a monster in disguise with no soul and with no heart
So I'm gonna rip your chest apart, should've ran if you were smart
You were a punk that I needed to kill
Didn't want to but I will
Put the steel up to your grill, better chill or blood will spill
Pain you feel is well deserved, bitch you just got fucking served
Just because I'm birthed there's worth and my spot in hell's reserved
That just means I give a fuck, when I bump you better duck
Stupid fuck don't test your luck, in the shit you might get stuck
You can suck my fucking dick but this ain't no porno flick
Thought I'm weak and that you're slick, didn't expect I'd get so sick
Now I've snapped and it's too late, guess that that was just your fate
Murder rate within our state grows when I unleash my hate

[Chorus 1: Borey & SCUM]
'Bout to go off, I'm dropping bombs like Hiroshima
Full clips and hollow tips fast like fucking cheetahs
You cockblockers ain't got the bulletproof four hits
I'm 'bout to snap and leave your block with bloodshed
Feel that I'm about to snap, 'bout to take this shit no more
Time to load the .44 'cause it's time to go to war
Time to split somebodies wig, time to slit they fucking throat
Time to shoot 'em in the chest, [no one there but I'm too cold?]

[Bridge 2: SCUM]
So patrol is gone
Hurry get your gun
Time to have some fun
Shoot 'em as they run
Laughing as they bleed
Laughing as they bleed
Laughing as they bleed
Laughing as they bleed

[Outro: William Foster (Michael Douglas) & Mark Frank]
Excuse me... Hey, EXCUSE ME. I don't know if you've noticed or not, but there's other people waiting to use the phone here
There are?
Yeah
Other people wanna use the phone?
That's right you selfish asshole
Guess that's too bad, because you know what?
What?
*Firing a submachine gun into the phone booth* I think it's out of order