Luv 2 Kill (Creep Mix)

[Verse 1: SCUM]
LSP and you know we got that rough shit
Pussies getting snuffed with the machete, it's the snuff shit
Yo, it's tough shit if you go handcuff shit
After all of us done hit that bitch cuz we don't love shit
Since we had it, you can get it, get your cape on
If we let it happen, got the so-called rape on
Videotape that shows her swimmin' in our semen
Beat it up so hard we left the pussy fuckin' steamin'
Scheming Bible thumpers never catch me sober
Save yourselvеs and I'ma slowly catch a crowbar
Though I'm Russian quit your Hunt For the Red October
Hеr blood will spray don't throw away your life like that revolver
That I'm buckin', motherfuckin' everyone with
Puttin' a hole in all of those you cowards run with
Have some fun with body mutilation
Nodding on the bloody murder spree across this nation

[Chorus: SCUM]
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Out they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to kill
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Cuz you're sick in the head and you love to kill

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
I am the author of this violent art, bringin' snuff reels to life
From out the dark I yield a knife sharp enough to kill your wife
I'm one half of The Unsubs, The Butcher Brothaz
Got your ice cold heart like the ground I'm 'bout to put you under next to a secluded dumpster
I got the appetite to kill, I can't produce the hunger
The truest hunter with ice picks I use to puncture
Your little friend 'til he's lifeless, you foolish youngsta
So make my motherfuckin' day, we some gruesome fuckers
That'll crack your vertebrae
LSP the reason why we increased the murder rate
You fuckers gonna learn today
We dumpin' gasoline on bodies, light the match, watch 'em burn away
Everything turns to rage
My blood boils when I'm locked in
A lion to an antelope, fresh meat, then drop dead
If I don't get you my brother will
We both got the sensatiable appetite and we love to kill

[Verse 3: Mr. Grey]
Grey, SCUM, and Cyco walk into a bar
Drunk off Jägermeister, stumblin' out of a stolen car
Us three scumbags done come real far
From our first six tees, wrap you in Visqueen, murder scene
This is my soundtrack to snuff you clownfish
I'ma gut you, cut you into pieces, duffel bag stuff you
I'm vicious and visceral, I whip you with my pistol
Antichrist superstar, not even momma gonna miss you
I'm a gorilla for reala and if I'm seeing red
Then, hey shit, I'm a killer
LSP said "Let's ride!"
Done deal, sealer
They my dog dawgs, we all supervillain
I'm a-I'm a bully on your street
I wanna knock your block off
Getting cold-cocked, I spit it, then it's sawed-off
I never gave or had a single fuck
So fuck you, fuck off cunt, get snuffed (Get snuffed!)

[Chorus: SCUM]
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Out they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to kill
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Cuz you're sick in the head and you love to kill

[Verse 4: Donnie Menace]
Give me a butcher knife, I turn into a fuckin' fool
I love to kill like a retarded person loves to drool
Indestructible, I can touch the untouchable
Run up, get cut up, and end up smothered in your own bloody pool
You got a gun to shoot?
Fuckin' cute, I'll pop you with your own gat
Sit your body up and smoke a blunt with you
Mass murder you whack herds for something fun to do
Massacre with a chainsaw at the mall in my Underoos
Why you wanna fuck around when I'm vicious?
I'll crack your skull in half in your own house with your dishes
Doubt that I'm trippin, I'm poundin' a clip in
Do this Louis C. K. style, put a thing out on you bitches
It's lames down and creeps up
The whole squad'll murder you on tape, bitch, call that Team Snuff
Lame niggas ain't gettin' shit but they frame is
And I love to kill and I don't give a fuck like a rape victim

[Chorus: SCUM]
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Out they chest, laid to rest, cuz you love to kill
If you don't give a fuck, don't pretend you do
Pull the gun, ask him "Son where you running to?"
Put a hole in they back, let the crimson spill
Cuz you're sick in the head and you love to kill