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L7 Scrap

I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend?s garage Everyday he?s shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like

tryna bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin yo momma black his momma this his momma that Then he'd get mad and wanna scrap we'd stay mad about 10 minutes

ma keep on flying Until I find, a rested place So many battle scars, blood on my chest and face Whether I'm working or rapping 24/7, me and Satan be scrapping

t fuck with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving niggaz on they asses Smoking all the canibus, like the weed savage Rip dimensions and it matters, take an L

ten One of those happy little niggaz singin' the blues That be always tryin' to bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin', "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that" Then he get mad and wanna scrap

t fuck with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving niggaz on they asses Smoking all the canibus, like the weed savage Rip dimensions and it matters, take an L

homeless If you tuck your sweatshirt in ya jeans If you dis the goon group because you left a bean You're a herb, motherfucker [Hook: until fade] Yeh, take offence, 7L

I'ma keep on flying Until I find, a rested place So many battle scars, blood on my chest and face Whether I'm working or rapping 24/7, me and Satan be scrapping

homeless If you tuck your sweatshirt in ya jeans If you dis the goon group because you left a bean You're a herb, motherfucker [Hook: until fade] Yeh, take offence, 7L