Gore Hop

[Intro: Frank the Monster (Oliver Smith) & Kirsty Cotton (Ashley Laurence)]
Jesus, wet
This isn't happening
I used to tell myself that. I used to try and pretend I was dreaming all the pain. Don't you kid yourself. Some things have to be endured. And that's what makes the pleasures so sweet!

[Verse 1: SCUM]
[Make it caustic, agitation?]
Raps about the mutilation, cutting up a fucking carcass
That relieve me of frustration, separation of your torso from your heard, now gargle blood
If my music hurts your feelings I must stomp you in the mud
Fuck you bitches, this is Gore Hop, negativity's in place
If you cannot take the sickness I'ma shoot you in your face
Mixing Airtight production with disturbing Lowlife rhymes
Make you influencе your children to commit some gruesomе crimes
Generation with no future when they're craving for extreme
What the get is more disgusting than their most perverted dream
Cream their pants and grab their razor, go and live my fucking verse
Children killing off their parents, call this shit the Gore Hop curse
This is not for everybody so we keep it underground
This CD still wants the dirty, this is strictly Denver's sound
On my way to shock the public, raps so sick they want me dead
What they dread is what I'm busting, turning red 'cause they so mad

[Chorus: SCUM]
Gore Hop, time to redefine the fucking sickness
Gore Hop, get your feelings hurt by what you witness
Gore Hop, sick, offensive, shocking, and extreme
Gore Hop, soundtrack behind a scary dream
Get your gun, get your blade, hurry go and kill
Feel a craving for the murder, blood's about to spill
Grab your knife, take a life, showing no remorse
You were crazy on your own, we just made you worse

[Verse 2: SCUM]
More contagious than Ebola, deadlier than HIV
Growing faster than a tumor is the rage inside of me
See me snap and grab the sawed-off, Airtight will do the same
In this game there's no survivors, there's no riches and no fame
Name three things you really cherish, something that you care about
Shooting one, destroy the other, fucking up the third one now
There's no doubt that I'm a pervert, there's no doubt I make you sick
What I spit is strictly Gore Hop, if you hate it eat a dick
Flick a switch and turn the light off, turn it up and slit your wrists
Give a fuck about your feelings, bitch I hope I made you pissed
Twist the blood that fill the sickness, it's the craving for the kill
Kill yourself, I fucking dare you, I just want your blood to spill
Kill your soul and go and sell it to whoever's got the loot
Here's the Gore Hop mission statement: poison, strangle, stab, and shoot
Ain't no love and ain't no feelings, nothing positive to say
If you hate me come and kill me, Denver City's where I stay

[Chorus: SCUM]
Gore Hop, time to redefine the fucking sickness
Gore Hop, get your feelings hurt by what you witness
Gore Hop, sick, offensive, shocking, and extreme
Gore Hop, soundtrack behind a scary dream
Get your gun, get your blade, hurry go and kill
Feel a craving for the murder, blood's about to spill
Grab your knife, take a life, showing no remorse
You were crazy on your own, we just made you worse

[Verse 3: SCUM]
Sawed the barrel of your shotgun, changing the stock to pistol grip
Go unload the fucking AK with the taped extended clip
Then flip out without a reason in the middle of the mall
People running as you're gunning, watch them motherfuckers fall
Ain't no heaven when they severed and your life got fucking took
This is Gore Hop motherfucker and this shit is off the hook
Book of Life I will be changing, crossing out your fucking name
People died, the more the better, fuck 'em all they're all the same
Fuck their feelings, fuck their morals, fuck their way of life
Take it all away forever, all I need's a knife
Lowlife tripping, blood is dripping, your wife's throat is slit
Bodies twitching as I'm pinching onto a bloody clit
That's the type of shit I'm busting, better recognize
4-1-2 is in your state, the shit that you despise
Nothing worse and more disgusting than the tracks we make
Half made up and half is real, guess what's true, what's fake

[Chorus: SCUM]
Gore Hop, time to redefine the fucking sickness
Gore Hop, get your feelings hurt by what you witness
Gore Hop, sick, offensive, shocking, and extreme
Gore Hop, soundtrack behind a scary dream
Get your gun, get your blade, hurry go and kill
Feel a craving for the murder, blood's about to spill
Grab your knife, take a life, showing no remorse
You were crazy on your own, we just made you worse
Gore Hop, time to redefine the fucking sickness
Gore Hop, get your feelings hurt by what you witness
Gore Hop, sick, offensive, shocking, and extreme
Gore Hop, soundtrack behind a scary dream
Get your gun, get your blade, hurry go and kill
Feel a craving for the murder, blood's about to spill
Grab your knife, take a life, showing no remorse
You were crazy on your own, we just made you worse

[Outro: Kirsty Cotton (Ashley Laurence) & Lead Cenobite (Doug Bradley)]
Who are you?
Explorers, in the further regions of experience. Demons to some, angels to others
Get me out! Go to hell!
I can't, no no no (No no no)