Spilled Milk

[Chorus: SCUM]
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), fuckin' spilled milk
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
'Cause that spilled milk (ha!) will get you killed quick

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Lactose intolerant, so keep your milk, bitch (Ha!)
But remember that you are in my kill reach (Rah!)
Got the key to that shithole that you stay in
To dismember you and shit, think I'm playing?
Fuck around and you finna find out what gets spilled and it is not milk
Gagged and bound, you're in my hideout, skin I peel and it's soft as silk
Then I kill, what a sight to see, now every limb in a separate bag
Women's skin are a different thing, now wearing them doesn't make me drag (Ugh!)
It makes me sicker than the average by a lot though (Oh!)
And gives me leverage over police-fearing thugs (Fuck fuck!)
So when I'm driving and they walking I will not slow (Skrrt!)
I go around 'em 'cause my power steering sucks
Crunch! Crunch! Keep it movin' like a runaway locomotive
Middle finger out the window, my Mercedes doesn't stop
For your mother and your brother and for your disabled father
I'm about to run them over, leave them flattened where they drop

[Chorus: SCUM]
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), fuckin' spilled milk
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
'Cause that spilled milk (ha!) will get you killed quick

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Reasons to die can be so dumb like your sibling (Ugh!)
One that your parents know is smarter than you (True)
Trying not to cry from torture methods I'm dibbling
With if you cross me they will need lots of glue
To reconnect what I take apart to make you look like a human corpse
Missing your testicles and heart, though I don't know which of you is worse
Know I'm cursed to be always freezing, being told that I am so cold
What was that? All I heard was wheezing, hole in your throat when you go to fall (Ugh!)
Yo, fuck 'em all, better call for a morgue van (Bitch!)
I lost control, dropped the ball on my shrink (Drop drop)
Crimson got spilled and this kill not at all planned (Nah)
Was so surreal, feel I need me a drink
Not milk but a drink that can be had as a cocktail
Known as Molotov that I use to light up your room
That bill was overdue so you got clipped like a toenail
And feet when I cut 'em off, with me that might be assumed

[Chorus: SCUM]
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), fuckin' spilled milk
What is done is done, no point in crying over spilled milk (Ha!)
Over spilled milk (ha!), over spilled milk
Got a loaded gun and so they dying over spilled milk (Ha!)
'Cause that spilled milk (ha!) will get you killed quick