Lowlife Madness

[Intro: Patrick Bateman (Christian Bale)]
My need to engage in homicidal behavior on a massive scale cannot be corrected but, uh, I have no other way to fulfill my needs (I have no other way to fulfill my needs, I have no other way to fulfill my needs)

[Bridge: SCUM]
It's the lowlife madness, madness, madness
It's the lowlife madness in my motherfucking brain
It's the lowlife madness, madness, madness
It's the lowlife madness in my motherfucking brain

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Coming out the 3-0-3, 4-1-2 is what I claim
SCUM the Lowlife is my name, still the same this ain't no game
Fuck the fame, this shit I bust is for sick and twisted minds that are all fucked up on drugs, mixing drugs of different kinds
Lyrics that I fucking spit make you wanna go throw up (Ugh)
If you're hating best shut up, or I'm gonna fuck you up
Pure filth from out my mind, I'm about to bring to you
Fuck your mother, fuck your dad, fuck your set and fuck your crew
Homophobic, drug addicted, homicidal fucking sick
If your wife don't like my raps then she can suck my fucking dick
Shots be popping, bodies dropping, corpses rotting on this track
Got my balls laid by your daughter, forward when you rock her crack
Shit so well that it made your preacher self-inflict his fucking death
Shit so sick and so perverted that he had to kill himself
One day I'm gonna burn in hell for all the fucked up shit I say
But hey, today is not that day, that's the price I'm down to pay

[Chorus: SCUM]
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall

[Verse 2: SCUM]
My Teflon slugs went through your vest although you thought it was the best
Ten bullets in the clip and bitch there's seven in your fucking chest
A hollow tip comes out the gun that's aimed by infra-red
A piece of lead will hit your head then bathe in blood you shed
Comes when they put me in the cage because I got a loaded gauge
And 'cause I'm overfilled with hate, aggression, anger, pain and rage
So if my words offend you, fool why don't you fucking die? (Die)
Blow out your brains and slit your wrists and make your mama cry (Cry)
I hate this world, I wish it all would go and just explode
And at your face my nine mill Glock I'd love to just unload
They say there's nothing that can help, I've done too many different drugs
Don't need no help, pull out my gauge and load it up with three inch slugs
When one of those will hit your bitch it just ain't gonna crack
This slug will go right through your heart and exit through your back
It would be nice to film that shit and watch it when I'm fucking bored while slowly strangling your kid with the twelve foot extension cord

[Chorus: SCUM]
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall

[Verse 3: SCUM]
I made you mad, too fucking bad, why don't you tell the cops?
And then the last thing you will hear be when my Uzi pops
Your heartbeat stops, your body drops and then the track goes on
And I corrupt your teenage kids who love this fucking song
They hit the bong, they load the gun and take that shit to school
You know the rest like Columbine how would you like that fool?
The only reason this was wrote was simply to offend
Not tryna sound like no one else, not following no trend
It's Colorado 3-0-3, it's SCUM and Airtight
The shit that makes you wanna kill or start a bloody fight
I might be crazy 'cause that shit is just my way of life
Fill up a bath and then my wrists I'm slicing with the knife
You wanna bet this fucking track consistent and my fans sick
I think you're just a fucking fag that's getting all defensive
It's Lowlife madness, it don't stop until I'm fucking dead
Until some hater gets a gun and shoots me in the head

[Chorus: SCUM]
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall
Lowlife madness in your speaker, lowlife madness in your head
Lowlife madness change your future, took your life and left you dead
Lowlife madness, better live it, better breathe it, give it all
Lowlife madness in control till the day I fucking fall

[Outro: Reporter 1 & Reporter 2]
I just learned that this vehicle, the vehicle you see right behind me is owned by one of the suspects and there is blood evidence linking the suspects to these murders
Sadly as has happened so many times before in this country, violent art has inspired real life violence