Concealing my steel mic as I wheel right on the scene
Keepin' an even keel, tight seal, nah mean?
Raw, and teeming with right feel dreams
Shaggy Scum got the means to melt steel
Scraggy young meat call me real lean veal
Best meal since breakfast, I'm a real big deal
Beast from the East, sorta sleazy, pinch cheesy
Best bail now before my clinch gets squeezy
Make a bitch queasy with my sickly rich illness
Style's a little niche, guess you stiffs can't feel this
Might wanna film this
If you miss the presentation you'll be real pissed
Fistfuls of lists filled up with my thoughts
I jot 'em down in poem form until my minds a drought
Refuel with some cool cool, to wind down and rot
Then, invent a hot loop to bind with what I got
Always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track by hand in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing on these jerks once the scum world renowned
Yo to my dorks who've been down since the founding
By now, well deserved, fork over the crown thing
Drowning in a bottomless cup of Hell's reserve
Heart's still pounding, heads on the swerve
Observe my curveballs as I serve you the verve
If you're not running skerred then you must not have heard
Give a f*ck about the cash, the breads for the birds
Y'alls are full already, this is just an hors d'oeuvre
Count on me for nasty tracks, til I'm packing my last bowl
I like my shmoke hot so I top that shit off with tabasco
Yeah, dawg, that'll be the death of me
MC til I OD, that's my destiny
The rest of me is just a recipe for a junkie
That sunk in when I was young and I was still quite the punk, see?
Shit, I am just a punk spitting bars
Harder than crystal, yeah, harder than black tar
It always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track in my hands in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing these jerks once the scum world renowned, bitch
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Shaggy the Magic Scum - Black Tar Lyrics
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Concealing my steel mic as I wheel right on the scene
Keepin' an even keel, tight seal, nah mean?
Raw, and teeming with right feel dreams
Shaggy Scum got the means to melt steel
Scraggy young meat call me real lean veal
Best meal since breakfast, I'm a real big deal
Beast from the East, sorta sleazy, pinch cheesy
Best bail now before my clinch gets squeezy
Make a bitch queasy with my sickly rich illness
Style's a little niche, guess you stiffs can't feel this
Might wanna film this
If you miss the presentation you'll be real pissed
Fistfuls of lists filled up with my thoughts
I jot 'em down in poem form until my minds a drought
Refuel with some cool cool, to wind down and rot
Then, invent a hot loop to bind with what I got
Always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track by hand in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing on these jerks once the scum world renowned
Yo to my dorks who've been down since the founding
By now, well deserved, fork over the crown thing
Drowning in a bottomless cup of Hell's reserve
Heart's still pounding, heads on the swerve
Observe my curveballs as I serve you the verve
If you're not running skerred then you must not have heard
Give a f*ck about the cash, the breads for the birds
Y'alls are full already, this is just an hors d'oeuvre
Count on me for nasty tracks, til I'm packing my last bowl
I like my shmoke hot so I top that shit off with tabasco
Yeah, dawg, that'll be the death of me
MC til I OD, that's my destiny
The rest of me is just a recipe for a junkie
That sunk in when I was young and I was still quite the punk, see?
Shit, I am just a punk spitting bars
Harder than crystal, yeah, harder than black tar
It always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track in my hands in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing these jerks once the scum world renowned, bitch
Keepin' an even keel, tight seal, nah mean?
Raw, and teeming with right feel dreams
Shaggy Scum got the means to melt steel
Scraggy young meat call me real lean veal
Best meal since breakfast, I'm a real big deal
Beast from the East, sorta sleazy, pinch cheesy
Best bail now before my clinch gets squeezy
Make a bitch queasy with my sickly rich illness
Style's a little niche, guess you stiffs can't feel this
Might wanna film this
If you miss the presentation you'll be real pissed
Fistfuls of lists filled up with my thoughts
I jot 'em down in poem form until my minds a drought
Refuel with some cool cool, to wind down and rot
Then, invent a hot loop to bind with what I got
Always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track by hand in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing on these jerks once the scum world renowned
Yo to my dorks who've been down since the founding
By now, well deserved, fork over the crown thing
Drowning in a bottomless cup of Hell's reserve
Heart's still pounding, heads on the swerve
Observe my curveballs as I serve you the verve
If you're not running skerred then you must not have heard
Give a f*ck about the cash, the breads for the birds
Y'alls are full already, this is just an hors d'oeuvre
Count on me for nasty tracks, til I'm packing my last bowl
I like my shmoke hot so I top that shit off with tabasco
Yeah, dawg, that'll be the death of me
MC til I OD, that's my destiny
The rest of me is just a recipe for a junkie
That sunk in when I was young and I was still quite the punk, see?
Shit, I am just a punk spitting bars
Harder than crystal, yeah, harder than black tar
It always deems a worthy shot to see what you'd have wrought
What you brought upon the world when you gave it all you got
Or not, make up excuses till your dead, then
Guitar, vocals, drums, one SM57
Crafted each track in my hands in my cave
In the sky, where I slaved each day til I gave
Way to my work, the brand new sound
Playing these jerks once the scum world renowned, bitch
Writer: Logan Singleton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid