(Whatta bam-bam, ...my body's ready to take you,
through our flooding snot, go!
Am I beaten?, you better funk me up!)

1. Rap

Think of a spot walkin' itself to the widest white it finds
oh shit - grappin' with its claws my burning flash,
oh mama come!
Looks like I'm doomed for real suffering
amma victim of a passion play
(fuck) I'm only able to crawl for the next few days
I'll be battered, beat through out like a slave

chorus:

Not me, not me
This scum si damn rotten - and never for me
Not me, not me
This scum, no, it can't beat me

2. Rap

And no, I won't surrender, I'll beat it with tons of
pure whiskey inside my body, I will keep it starving,
I won't eat any healthy stuff
oh, my dear booze, it's like magic, seems like
a spot won't last
I don't need it's part, I'll make it rot
its million legs will run and fast

chorus (Scum! Run!)

Yo man, the spot is gone, wonder how my good
remedy worked
I'm supposed to feel well, I should, but I can't tell
what if it's still there, whati if it's still inside,
somewhere hiding, getting bigger, silently, violently
oh gosh... cancer is here, cancer is everywhere!

chorus

I am dying of this scum!
This is fucking boring!

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