Scrub Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Wicked]
I-I-I can't stop
Get back you in the presence of a real scrub
Never did I give a f*ck
Vicious and wicked what
I bust hella flow for the dough and the cheese
Cheeseburger and mass murder
It's worth it G
You heard of me, scrippy scrub L-I-F-E
The F.B.I. coming to try and stop A.M.B
From being free
Skeeting on the industry
Witness me rip it like netting holes and pregnancy
Come on

[Verse 2: Bonez Dubb]
Been a scrub ever since I was a young ass kid
Kicking it in the street
Yo peep when I be smoking on a spliff
Waking up in somebodies house
I'm like the saint, my f*cking crib
I think the night was just a myth, I can't remеmber what I did
Creep out the house and rippеd up red di*keys
That were passed down to me from the motherf*cking sixties but quickly
I want my scrubbing ass back to the liquor store cause I'm trynna be finding me a f*cking hoe for sho'
(The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize)
I'm up in and out yo ladies thighs with a sick surprise
We get your rapper
Got you bast*rds in a headlock
Yo girl suck my di*k for weed so she the head-shop
A hemp shop
Come from the land of the bloody red rocks
Somebody call the cops, got caught
Scrubbing in the porn shop parking lot
They trynna block but I can't stop
[Chorus]
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop

[Verse 3: Bonez Dubb]
Living it up I'm the scrub thug, don't get choked
First motherf*cker look at me about to get smoked
You little b*tch I'm 'bout to jack that whip and drive off a f*cking cliff screaming "f*ck this sh*t" (f*ck this sh*t!)
I quickly realize it ain't but have to rhyme for some change
So I can take a .40 straight to my brain (f*cking insane)
I'm feeling the pain of every scrub vein in mine
When you gotta pay for the LQ in nickels and dimes
That's scrub life

[Verse 4: Young Wicked]
I ain't biting you other rappers, what the f*ck you even talking 'bout
If I bit you somebody would have to suck the poison out
My boy's about that axe tatted on they back
We the new 300 fighting a million f*cking fags
Rumor has it that I don't freestyle flow
But I arrive at battle shows dressed in camo and ammo
To handle
Are we loading a calico raw?
Cause battle rapping don't happen when you're missing the bottom half of your jaw
f*ck y'all if you ain't feeling these Juggalo words
Gobble di*k and die
Then go to hell and burn
Scrubbies earn everything we get so we coming
Fresh tats, axe tats, scrub life on the stomach
[Verse 5: Bonez Dubb]
I'm repping (scrub life)
Just like a little good smoke
Better get your bae to leave yo ass flat broke
Tattooed the f*ck out
We're wicked walking down the block
Stopping only to drop my sh*t and take a p*ss on a cop
And when he tried to lock me up I make his head go pop
Then find his house and grab his wife and try to show her my c*ck
I know it's wrong to be on top so we come to your cities and rock
Living life that's all I got because
I-I can't stop

[Chorus]
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop
The scrub is in the house, everybody recognize
Scrub life
I can't stop