Tha Hit

[Intro: Richard Kuklinski & Park Dietz]
I actually felt him die
Did you like that?
Yes

[Chorus: SCUM]
You can die when we pull up on your bitch ass
Hear the blast and it's over like the past
Shooters in the ride so look inside and see that each has Barrels aiming at you trying to get you in the chest
Through your neck and your stomach, right and left arm
In the back of your head when you go to run
There's no odds running hollow tips until the clip's gone
You'd be getting lit up that's the way a hit is done

[Verse 1: SCUM]
There's a price on every head so someone had to еarn that money
Anyone could come up dеad but when it's you it's not that funny of a joke
Now choke on blood and get to running for your life
As we gunning down your loved ones having fun with a kitchen knife
When on your lawn they'll be on like a flashlight
I slash in spite of the sirens approaching
And as they trash I'm getting paid that there's a Cash, Nine
Might be the best one yet when I get to crush 'em like a roach and

[Chorus: SCUM]
You can die when we pull up on your bitch ass
Hear the blast and it's over like the past
Shooters in the ride so look inside and see that each has barrels aiming at you trying to get you in the chest
Through your neck and your stomach, right and left arm
In the back of your head when you go to run
There's no odds running hollow tips until the clip's gone
You'd be getting lit up that's the way a hit is done

[Verse 2: SCUM]
War with you, want a motherfuck that ain't got much to do and to who when times are harder to hit
On somebody that got enemies, is their only way out of this steaming hell, a big pile of shit
And it is a way to make a buck, mutilation and murder are those that dare oppose someone else
Is helping reduce global excess population
You'll have to excuse me on the mess and the smells then

[Chorus: SCUM]
He can die when we pull up on your bitch ass
Hear the blast and it's over like the past
Shooters in the ride so look inside and see that each has barrels aiming at you trying to get you in the chest
Through your neck and your stomach, right and left arm
In the back of your head when you go to run
There's no odds running hollow tips until the clip's gone
You'd be getting lit up that's the way a hit is done