Sum Disco Shit (Extended) - Skum from Deathcamp

Marks I erase like racism I'm as large as a bigot Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I just kick it What I need from you is understanding that I'm standing On my own two down with my own crew Toe cancer I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right to tight When it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night" An eye for an eye, a life for his wife Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage I switch styles like a channel with controls that is remote Engage in a page, and with words I elope Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the viles Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a Z-28 At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them microphones They couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own It's like that, coming from the go rapper I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra So keep on, and you don't, now come on Ah keep on, and you don't When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall And in the back of my mind I see a wack-ass rhyme And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged Like a nigga in position with the stolen card and credit Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it" Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other studs come through to see what I am up to They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look Rest in peace to? Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world" How you going to come off with the style that's thourough? It's like that, keep on, ha ha It's like that, keep on My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop You sorry excuse for funk rap Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that The real shit's starting to come back The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at, jack I started eating cat when I was 10 Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson I don't see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind But comes a time when you gotta get off of that booty The facts of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties My style is steep, I write rhymes on the incline Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib line I'm slamming, jamming on the one I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, come on

Like they- they think it's right to murder They want to murder, look at all the people And they get a kick out of it A sexual kick out of it, the whole thing I think is sick I'm a Jackass Forever Call me Trevor like I rape these bitches like a feather All my life I just said whatever Later I realized that I wasn't clever at all Last night, killed a guy named Paul His dick was small and he wasn't even that tall When the cops came I said that I don't recall Any of that shit I just remember bein' in a hall Stabbed that mothafucka in the esophagus He was crawling, his Mom's eyes were fucking bawling everywhere But I couldn't even tell If what I did was right, man am I going to hell? Bitch I'm a Jackass Forever too Attack me one more time, imma make you fuckin' blue Ask me how many lines I did, just seven Fuck it I'll make it eleven to meet your Dad in heaven Tried to run away from all of this shit Cops caught up to me, they scanned my finger, fuck I said I don't give a shit I don't give a shit about what I did I don't give a shit about what I did Fuck that mothafucka if I could I would've, fuck Fuck that mothafucka if I could've, fuck I said fuck that mothafucka if I could've I said fuck that mothafucka if I could've Shot him in the head Killed that fuckin' bitch straight in the head Throw him in a river, throw him in a ditch Fuck that fuckin' bitch Yeah I'm a fucking snitch Imma snitch on all the mothafuckas who with me Imma snitch on mothafuckas who tried to sue me Fuck that little bitch L-A-W-S-U-I-T Spelling bee Can you guess who I'm talkin' about? Come and shoot you in the head You fucking little bowed, bitch I don't even know what I'm saying At this point all I'm doing is just fuckin' playin' Here's the funny thing about 2023 Anything you say, they'll be like "Omg stop spilling the tea" I know this albums a little different I'm just tryna experiment like the Egyptians with the pyramids Listen to me you bitch imma fucking kill you And throw you in a ditch Mothafuckas be like "Omg, like why do you keep saying that You cant rhyme bitch with anything other than ditch" Oh yeah bitch? throw you in a ditch Lookin' real rich, lookin' like a witch Give you a fucking stich, then imma snitch Your voice is fucking pitched "Um thats not really my problem" Shut up bitch, everything is fake Everything is fake, this ain't even my voice Yeah this isn't my voice either This is my real fucking voice see how shit it sounds like Wake up to reality hoe 20 on the bands, 20 on the bands 20 on the bands, 20 on the bands 20 on the bands man, 20 on the bands 20 on the bands, 20 on the- Every night fucks every day up Every day patches the night up On God you should match it, it's that KO No white lighters 'til I fuck my 28th up 1998, my family had that Acura Honey I'm so sorry (sorry) For everything that I said about Paul ('Bout Paul) Didn't even mean to kill him at all Didn't even mean to kill him at all (I didn't wanna do that) He was a nice guy after all (Nice guy) He was a nice guy after all (Nice) He was a nice guy, nice guy Pretty nice, Paul was a nice guy after all Pauly! When I stabbed that mothafucka (Nice) In the esophagus ('Sophagus) My eyes shed a tear My eyes shed a tear Swear to God they shed a tear Swear to God they shed a tear All my night Been waitin' on you all my life Been waitin' on you all my life (Didn't wanna kill) All my night, you been missin' all my night Still got some good nights memorized Exactly what you run from, you end up chasing it Like, there's no avoiding it At the end of the day you're just gonna, end up chasin' it

We'll get it some day Sleep, sleep Chillout Bitches out the Yayo (Uh, uh) Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo Chillout Bitches out the Yayo Bitches out the Yayo It's Election Day Chillout Connection: Sleep Tight Success, I'm blessed Impress, I dare you confess, confess, confess Mumblin' tremblin' Your life is fuckin' crumblin' You're really fuckin' fumblin' This shit is really humblin', aint gon' lie They're really high, red eyes 50 Years they gonna die, Fly High Yeah well I guess it's a fuckin' tie, hair dyed Cry my guy Go to sleep Blonde-

This album uhh Like when I- when I first heard it and well the more I hear it I feel like the only like appropriate question to ask you After listening to it is Are you ok? It's like gut retching I- It's both beautiful, it's very beautiful But it's like, parts that hurt a little bit