It’s Mutilation - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Smallz One]

I cannot be bothered with acknowledging your existence

So I killed you in my head and covered funeral expenses

So distant in the mind when I'm carving shit in my flesh

Nobody wants to be around me when I'm feeling sick and hexed

I overwhelmingly hate 'em all exactly like they hate me

So I keep violently bashing 'em in their faces until it don't phase me

Realistically, what other options do I have?

Perhaps I can take 'em with me, tie 'em up, and whip their flesh

I keep on whippin' and hittin' 'em till they rib is getting cracked

Should I listen to visions and recreate their ripped flesh?

It's right here, right fucking now, on the night subway

I should bash this man's head in knowing it would seem cunning

What good would it do just to keep all this anger inside?

Should I really only saw the hate and make these fuckers die

Just like the pestilential circles spreadin', causin' devastation

If I listen to what the fuck they are sayin'

[Chorus: SCUM]

It's a murder, it's mutilation

First let's fuck in a post-mortal fornication

Cutting a bitch up with the blade in front of her kids

Then I make 'em watch, then I make 'em taste their mother's blood that is pouring down her shredded crotch

It's the sickness that you've been craving

Lyrikal Snuff, the saw and axe, there is no saving

Motherfuckers' souls, motherfuckers' lives

Motherfuckers' balls, they kids and wives

Motherfucking Smallz One, human blood is what she's craving

[Verse 2: Smallz One]

This ain't got shit to do with any of ya, it's strictly influential

My friends keep telling me to live up to my murderous potential

Maybe I will so maybe I can feel something

Make 'em feel my pain, make 'em run and go hunting

I shoot 'em in the face when they look back, trying to find me

Or should I apply firm, like taking a stab before the nine aim

I shouldn't say shit that could get you gettin' bucked on

I'd rather kill some bodies, while I'ma eat the fucking drug Tron

I'd rather stuff a cunt and body bag a male or dog

See the most rewarding moment would be at the autopsy

They discovered bowels and intestines hollowed out

Probably 'cause I'm narcissistic, human life is not allowed

They would find the cattle prods buried in a bitches rectum

They'd find my name branded in their shit when they accept it

All 'cause my influences are in mental asylums

I learn from the best, don't find the bodies that they're hiding