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[Verse 1: SCUM]
I'm making it work, that doesn't mean that I gotta like the hand I'm dealt
I'ma get it in and try to win or at the least defend my belt
I'd rather melt my tortured mind at my attempt to get it back
But what is lost is lost for good I doubt I could get back on track
And would I want to after all I had to suffer?
Life's a bitch so I'ma snuff her, stuff her body in a box
I'ma nail it then I mail it back to sender with no payment
I'm becoming as cold as ice, made a drink I order on the rocks

[Chorus: SCUM]
Twenty-four hella long stressful hours in your day
Twenty-four shitty cards in your hand you must play
Twenty-four wins your need for the score to be tied
Twenty-four bullet holes in the side of your ride

[Bridge: SCUM]
Twenty-four
Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four
Twenty-four
Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four

[Verse 2: DEATH PLUS]
Twenty-four hours in the motherfucking day having fucked up thoughts about putting bullets in my brain, let's go
I just wanna die and go away
Life's a bitch and I'm feeling like I wanna get the blade and slit my throat
And as I die I watch the blood spray
Feeling high off of the chemicals that's running through my veins and I'm alone
That's why I'm killing myself, I've gone insane
Twenty-four hours every day and feeling nothing but pain
Every second, every god damn instant
I've been feeling like shit but who the fuck isn't
I'm having all these fucked up visions about taking your life and you go out and not leaving a witness
I'm thinking 'bout this motherfucking sick shit
Then committing homicides with SCUM we so sadistic
You don't wanna fuck with that clique bitch
LSP and Project Infinite where killing is our business

[Verse 3: SCUM]
Yo what the fuck you gonna do when your back is pressed against the wall?
But if the wall's no wall to lean against your ass would surely fall
Can you recall what got you here, what would you change along the way?
It doesn't matter how you can change anything and have to pay
And so you know you're quick enough to dodge a bullet
Put your finger on the trigger, hair-triggers are the best
Hit the barrel like a joint when you were full of disappointment
In yourself then smoke yourself before we put one in your chest

[Chorus: SCUM]
Twenty-four hella long stressful hours in your day
Twenty-four shitty cards in your hand you must play
Twenty-four wins your need for the score to be tied
Twenty-four bullet holes in the side of your ride

[Bridge: SCUM]
Twenty-four
Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four
Twenty-four
Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four, Twenty-four