[Intro: Borey]

Torture, murder, death and fucking gore

[Verse 1: SCUM]

LSP is back in business like before but more hardcore

Give 'em more, fucking sickness, more fucking rage

Give 'em more fucking victims, shot up by my gauge

Give 'em blood on the ceiling, a corpse on the floor

Give 'em guts on the carpet and brains on the door

Give 'em hearts in the blender and kidneys on ice

Give 'em livers and eyes they can roll just like dice

Give it up for the psychos who live in Mile High

It's a place where them tourists occasionally die

It's a place where your children can just disappear

Though I love 3-0-3, you ain't safe 'round here

[Chorus: Borey]

Cut 'em from his asscrack to his nut sack

I'm a atheist, I hit your priest with a fucking bat

C.S.I. hit the scene, guess what they found?

His head in Aurora, the rest in the D-Town

[Verse 2: SCUM]

Cut 'em up, fuck 'em up, hang 'em up to fucking dry

Giving a fuck about them screaming 'cause I love to watch them die

When they cry and they bleed as I hit my fucking weed

Now they filming they filthy parents

Killed and see they shouldn't breathe

Got the blood up on my knuckles, got the blood all in my face

Got the blood up on my elbows, disembowelment was the case

Feel no pity though we shitty, stick my dick up in her womb

Blood is coming out her mouth because that hooker got harpooned

SCUM is back to bring you Gorehop, motherfuckers recognize

Denver City, Colorado is the place to terrorize

Realize I'm never changing so expect some violent shit

Never playing, steady slaying, wigs are split and throats are slit

[Chorus: Borey]

Cut 'em from his asscrack to his nut sack

I'm a atheist, I hit your priest with a fucking bat

C.S.I. hit the scene, guess what they found?

His head in Aurora, the rest in the D-town

[Verse 3: SCUM]

1-8-7, ain't no heaven, shot the reverend in the face

Torch your parish, leave it burning and go catch another case

On a rampage with a 12-gauge rolling down I-25

So what exit am I taking? I'm debating while I drive

Off of Lincoln, down to Colfax, run the light and take a right

Then I spot some guardian angels breaking up a fucking fight

Motherfuck 'em so I buck 'em, struck 'em with the double-aughts

Since nobody likes a witness no one heard the fucking shots

Then I go pick up a hooker, find an alley, park my ride

With my dick up in her mouth I'm contemplating homicide

Bust a nut and then I stab her with a switchblade in the gut

Planning out another murder as this slut is getting cut

[Chorus: Borey]

Cut 'em from his asscrack to his nut sack

I'm a atheist, I hit your priest with a fucking bat

C.S.I. hit the scene, guess what they found?

His head in Aurora, the rest in the D-town

[Verse 4: Borey]

Serving you motherfuckers with murder, death and destruction

Wringing your fucking neck without hesitation and dumping

Pumping you motherfuckers full of lead and cyanide

Cannibalistic thoughts, you niggas is facing homicide

Am I the killa for reala? You can bet

A bullet in your dome and hacksaw through yo chest (uh)

It's the return of the body-snatching villain

And I return to the sickness because I miss the killin' (uh)

[Chorus: Borey]

Cut 'em from his asscrack to his nut sack

I'm a atheist, I hit your priest with a fucking bat

C.S.I. hit the scene, guess what they found?

His head in Aurora, the rest in the D-town