Whatcha Gon Do

[Intro]
Devereaux! Devereaux! Devereaux!

[Chorus: SCUM]
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Then you're finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin' after me, they will be dead on arrival

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Run up on a motherfucker like a medic
Sweating for his money like consuming hella bad X
Nothing really funny, balls cut off, you'll never have sex
They will find his bloody missing package like a FedEx
Shouldn't owе me, not when you know me
Not whеn you know that I'ma cold one indeed
Cold like an AC, old like freebasing
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need
Quick at replacing ones I no longer need, huh

[Chorus: SCUM]
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Then you're finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin' after me, they will be dead on arrival

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Whatcha gonna do when we blow off your ballcap?
Know that you're through and that you get a long nap
Never to wake, finna make 'em all fall back
Take all the fake out the game when we go snap
Clap at your motherfuckin' whip when you roll bye
Say your goodbye to yourselves, I'm the bad guy
That is about to part your skull like a red sea
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead seed
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead seed
Having your parents say goodbye to they dead seed

[Chorus: SCUM]
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Then you're finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin' after me, they will be dead on arrival

[Verse 3: SCUM]
With one little, two little, three little cuts
Nose in my A like I'm syphilis, sluts
Eyes gone away, then the blade's in they guts
To rearrange they insides 'cause I'm nuts
Cuckoo, loco, psycho like insane
Not that poetic but sick in the brain
So problematic and so full of hate
Type that will kill you on the very first date
Type that will kill you on the very first date
Type that will kill you on the very first date, go

[Chorus: SCUM]
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Then you're finna bleed without a chance for survival
One, two, whatcha gonna do, ho?
Three, four, bullets at your window
Six, six, six, and the five-o
Comin' after me, they will be dead on arrival