No More Mr. Nice Guy

[Verse 1: SCUM]
I stab a hooker in the throat with no mercy
My heart was broken by a bitch, got no love (Ain't no love)
I got a knife with a rusty blade that is serrated (Huh)
That I am clenching in my black leather glove (Leather glove)
I'm having anxiety attacks then I'm packin' loaded Mini-MACs
Them .44s, nine millimeter sawed off shotguns
I'm paranoid I have no sleep in about a week
And your death I seek, feel like a tweaker that's got rabies though I'm not one

[Chorus: SCUM]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, he is on vacation
If you want forgiveness better call a priest
Time-to-pay-the-price guy, time for mutilation
Time to face the monster that you have released
I am not a beast, I am not that scary
But alive I'll bury you in a shallow grave
Where shortly you'll be joined by the bitch you married
And your children that nobody will be there to save

[Verse 2: SCUM]
It's time to pay the price, it's time to realize that you are not about to get a fuckin' pass, ho
So there is no surprise when everybody dies up in your house 'cause of some shit I wouldn't let go
I'm kickin' in your door, everybody better hit the ground
When you hear the sound of fuckin' (gun cocks), it's time for payback
Nobody's leaving here alive, your fuckin' chances to survive
About as low as that I'll ever own a Maybach

[Chorus: SCUM]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, he is on vacation
If you want forgiveness better call a priest
Time-to-pay-the-price guy, time for mutilation
Time to face the monster that you have released
I am not a beast, I'm not that scary
But alive I'll bury you in a shallow grave
Where shortly you'll be joined by the bitch you married
And your children that nobody will be there to save

[Verse 3: SCUM]
I'm always caught up in some run-in with the police (Ha!)
There's too much stress and I need to confess
That there's a chance that some lives are gonna be taken
In order for me just to sort through this mess
Inside my mind seeing visions of bloodbaths
And if our paths were to cross, then you will die (You're gonna die)
Hoping my daughter wasn't home, when I stick the barrel of a crown revolver in your fuckin' mouth, don't wonder why (It don't matter why)

[Chorus: SCUM]
No more Mr. Nice Guy, he is on vacation
If you want forgiveness better call a priest
Time-to-pay-the-price guy, time for mutilation
Time to face the monster that you have released
I am not a beast, I'm not that scary
But alive I'll bury you in a shallow grave
Where shortly you'll be joined by the bitch you married
And your children that nobody will be there to save