[Verse 1: Insane Poetry & SCUM]

This is Make My Motherfucking Day, Triple M-F-D shit

Circle saw and axe, LSP is what we bleed, bitch

Team Snuff tyrants, SCUM and Cyco love violence

Being inflicted on your family, sickest with all the savagery

We brought the weapons that help us create our masterpiece

Big guns to lift you up just like tractor beams

Full clip magazines showing no love led to blowing your mug leaving a hole in your skull

She could be a hot one looking hella sexy

She could catch a hot one now she hella dead

Cheating on her boyfriend but he wasn't flexing

On him when he caught them pulled the gun instead

Send someone to meet her, missed the millimeter

In the midst to hit her and he didn't miss

Then the messed up siblings ran up on the friend with

Benefits and left him looking like a piece of Swiss

[Chorus: SCUM, Insane Poetry, & Both]

You could catch one as you leave your job, peace

You could catch one walking with your kids (Yeah!)

You could catch one going to the movies

Anyone could catch one, everybody bleeds

You could catch one out with your homies

You could catch one at your mama's place

You could catch one at a fucking concert

Make My Motherfucking Day, catch one to your face

[Verse 2: SCUM]

We hitting the gym and working out, can take the most without a doubt

Could bet your loaded minivan but still your brains could get blown out

With a hollow point or copper tip, no matter what is in that clip

You might be ripped but it will rip a hole in you sinking your ship

When I see a blood, a pool of red, I can see right through the hole in your head

You're coming up dead with a piece of lead

You should have fled we'll sever the thread

Your fucking life is hanging by

And now you're dropping out the sky

With a parachute when them killers shoot and then they leave you there to die (die, die)

[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]

Contract killers we are so check our pedigree

Let it be known to the death of me it's always LSP

Insane Poetry teamed with the Russian mob boss

Toss Molotov cocktails then we mob off

We 'bout that body in the trunk type action

Deliver the fresh meat, yes, to Hell I drag 'em

Fathom the fury we 'bout to cock it back and let it go

The Unsubs with another C.S.I. episode

[Chorus: SCUM, Insane Poetry, & Both]

You could catch one as you leave your job, peace

You could catch one walking with your kids (Yeah!)

You could catch one going to the movies

Anyone could catch one, everybody bleeds

You could catch one out with your homies

You could catch one at your mama's place

You could catch one at a fucking concert

Make My Motherfucking Day, catch one to your face

[Skit: Insane Poetry]

Agh, what the fuck is going on? I don't know what the fuck is going on with me but I keep wanting to kill people like I'm not even understanding what the fuck the problem is. What is wrong with me? These voices in my head - I'm just not even this type of person, I'm trying to calm the fuck down. Andrew, think

[Verse 4: Insane Poetry & SCUM]

Maybe I should quit drugs, battle this addiction

Do it for my loved ones, do it for my kid

Get back with my ex-wife, start myself a new life

Trying to make it right for all the wrongs I did

Damn you must be higher than the frequent flyer

Why give up the cocaine when you're such a fan

Drugs are not the problem whether off or on them

Anyone can catch one, even your little man

Wait it is not too late to get an education

Kids are eating healthy, running up the stairs

Trying to make a difference and be of some significance

End up dying wealthy after many years

Skip that education, there is no salvation

And excessive sweatiness in eating rabbit food

From my hollow tipped slug 'fore your graduation

Right before you finally move to a wealthy neighborhood

[Chorus: SCUM, Insane Poetry, & Both]

You could catch one as you leave your job, peace

You could catch one walking with your kids (Yeah!)

You could catch one going to the movies

Anyone could catch one, everybody bleeds

You could catch one out with your homies

You could catch one at your mama's place

You could catch one at a fucking concert

Make My Motherfucking Day, catch one to your face