2 Maskmen

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry & SCUM]
Is there candy in the van? Not really it's just the chloroform
And two Unsubs on the loose from where the horror's born
Boric acid on your skin we love to pour it on
We are the devils in your city with distorted horns
A crown of thorns is on your head for re-enactment
We be them Romans, call you Christ we going back in
Tell 'em it's too bad, there's no returning from this journey
Next time you see us an autopsy on a stainless gurney
You are the perfect person for us to snatch up in an instant
One second you'rе there, next thing your missing
You arе now trapped inside our world where the pain begins
Then driving to a spot in the woods, where we drain your limbs
Ain't what it seems and it ain't what it looks like
Words for effect so much worse when we took lives
Many were shocked like nine volts to the cunt lips
Corpses impaled on them stakes with the blunt tips

[Chorus: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Pull up on you slow, get in, you know it's time to roll
We promise that we'll bring you back in parts or as a whole
We promise that we'll bring you back in bags or in a tarp
We cold as ice while packing heat and blades that are hella sharp
We pulled up, we popped out, we grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)
We pulled up, we popped out, we grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)
All they saw was the two maskmen (Mask men!)
That pulled up and popped out and grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)

[Verse 2: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Stuff that bitch in the back of the van when that gun's pressed
Right to her chest, fuck around and I'm heartless
Now do what's best do the gagging and cuffing
Save all that begging and tears for the snuffing
It's nothing, we hiding the bodies that we scooped up
In a place far away in a forest where they get chewed up
From our Bassett Hounds that we starved for a week or two
As they tear the flesh off your bones, oh what a scenic view
We seen a few of the so-called brave ones cry like babies
Pissing themselves and foaming at they mouth like rabies
Forgive me ladies but you bitches got us fucked up
Thinking we care if we get caught or shot or locked up
It's another Snuff-U-Mentary when you mentioning LSP
You know it's getting bloody when witnessing Triple M-F-D
We're a different thing to horror that you're not worthy of
And when we out to snatch 'em up I bring my dirty glove

[Chorus: SCUM & Insane Poetry]
Pull up on you slow, get in, you know it's time to roll
We promise that we'll bring you back in parts or as a whole
We promise that we'll bring you back in bags or in a tarp
We cold as ice while packing heat and blades that are hella sharp
We pulled up, we popped out, we grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)
We pulled up, we popped out, we grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)
All they saw was the two maskmen (Mask men!)
That pulled up and popped out and grabbed 'em (Grabbed 'em)