{Verse 1: Scum}
Never seen a homicide digging in after my fist
My hands all bloody will stab in a body the blade that was giving a twist
Open it up I won't loosen it too much truly he couldn't be saved
Lost a leg and cut up in a bone and covered in guts and then sprayed
Murder's a food cause I'm cooking it daily melee attack in a week (sick)
Won't let them show who was killing their bodies my whole body's starting to reek
Had to get rid of a person we feeding by having to murder so much
Want them to eat me for Russians and then decide to run on a body for lunch
{Verse 2: Kardinal Blunt}
Ein blick in des magens
TEC-9 in der wohnung
Des in verdauung