It’s Mutilation

[Verse 1: Smallz One]
I cannot be bothered with acknowledging your existence
So I killed you in my head and covered funeral expenses
So distant in the mind when I'm carving shit in my flesh
Nobody wants to be around me when I'm feeling sick and hexed
I overwhelmingly hate 'em all exactly like they hate me
So I keep violently bashing 'em in their faces until it don't phase me
Realistically, what other options do I have?
Perhaps I can take 'em with me, tie 'em up, and whip their flesh
I keep on whippin' and hittin' 'em till they rib is getting cracked
Should I listen to visions and recreate their ripped flesh?
It's right here, right fucking now, on the night subway
I should bash this man's head in knowing it would seem cunning
What good would it do just to keep all this anger inside?
Should I really only saw the hate and make these fuckers die
Just like the pestilential circles spreadin', causin' devastation
If I listen to what the fuck they are sayin'

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's a murder, it's mutilation
First let's fuck in a post-mortal fornication
Cutting a bitch up with the blade in front of her kids
Then I make 'em watch, then I make 'em taste their mother's blood that is pouring down her shredded crotch
It's the sickness that you've been craving
Lyrikal Snuff, the saw and axe, there is no saving
Motherfuckers' souls, motherfuckers' lives
Motherfuckers' balls, they kids and wives
Motherfucking Smallz One, human blood is what she's craving

[Verse 2: Smallz One]
This ain't got shit to do with any of ya, it's strictly influential
My friends keep telling me to live up to my murderous potential
Maybe I will so maybe I can feel something
Make 'em feel my pain, make 'em run and go hunting
I shoot 'em in the face when they look back, trying to find me
Or should I apply firm, like taking a stab before the nine aim
I shouldn't say shit that could get you gettin' bucked on
I'd rather kill some bodies, while I'ma eat the fucking drug Tron
I'd rather stuff a cunt and body bag a male or dog
See the most rewarding moment would be at the autopsy
They discovered bowels and intestines hollowed out
Probably 'cause I'm narcissistic, human life is not allowed
They would find the cattle prods buried in a bitches rectum
They'd find my name branded in their shit when they accept it
All 'cause my influences are in mental asylums
I learn from the best, don't find the bodies that they're hiding

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's a murder, it's mutilation
First let's fuck in a post-mortal fornication
Cutting a bitch up with the blade in front of her kids
Then I make 'em watch, then I make 'em taste their mother's blood that is pouring down her shredded crotch
It's the sickness that you've been craving
Lyrikal Snuff, the saw and axe, there is no saving
Motherfuckers' souls, motherfuckers' lives
Motherfuckers' balls, they kids and wives
Motherfucking Smallz One, human blood is what she's craving
(She's craving, she's craving, she's craving, she's craving, she's craving, she's craving)