Body Parts

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Human body's ugly 'til the body's disassembled
Scrambled like a puzzle rearranged for a better look
In a bloody puddle body parts are now an arts piece
So my hеart's at peace although so many men arе shook
By what I leave behind because they find my art repulsive
When it is not the kind that's finna last much past the snow
That melts and then exposes decomposing piles of pulp meat
With bones that are sticking out a sickening sight that has to go
Out with the motherfucking old ass shit when the world is mad with impending doom
Better try to slaughter all of it for the new to figure to make some room
When I take a limb and I sew it slow better know there's four that are yet to go
Multiply that by all the ones that died, be amazed and try to enjoy the show
And then I go and get that motherfucking axe ho
It's not original and new but never seems to fail or lose effectiveness and now your neck's gone
Be getting chopped on top of the pile of severed limbs

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
It's them body parts, them body parts that decay and rot away 'fore I wait inside her grave outside a caving rock
Illinois, this is how we fill a void
Edgar Allan Holiman's the real McCoy
I will deploy, kill, destroy
The beast within is a frequency that I'm tapped in
The people's skin the deities always wrapped in
This verse has been cursed, you know he wrote it with a mad pen
I skin-graft them with words, my paragraph's grim
Glare with the stare they see I'm prepared to stab them
With sharp-ass shears, yes I was there just to half them
I slash limbs off easily with our circle saw
Logo engraved in the blade, gorgeously murder y'all
It rips through your torso with ease
I get a pleasure when I force 'em to scream
Cut you with portions they bleed
No-one out there as morbid as me
I left 'em in the park under the leaves
You'll find his body parts

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look
It's them body parts in metal drums and bloody bathtubs
All them body parts in black trash bags are on a hook
It's them body parts, them body parts, them body parts yo
All them body parts that are everywhere you dare to look