{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