For The Fuck Of It
[Intro: Robert J. Carroll (Asst. Attorney General of NJ)]
He murdered by guns. He murdered by strangulation. He murdered by putting poison on victims' food. He did all of this at the same time while exhibiting a normal placid family existence. We are faced with evidence convicting evidence
Of, uh, numerous grisly murders (murders)
[Verse 1: Scum]
I write your motherfuckin' name on a piece of paper
Then cross it out and clench the pen up in my fist (up in my fist)
When I stab you with it in your throat just like Joе Pesci
In the casino and I mean it 'causе I'm pissed (I'm fuckin' pissed)
I want to twist this razor wire around your throat bro
Go really slow, you're turning blue and gushing red (Red bleed)
All over the floor, all over my LSP attire
Pullin' on that wire 'til my balls pop out your head (Look up)
I'm on the move with a loaded rifle aiming at ya
And when I get ya in my scope your dome will burst (your dome will burst)
Into little pieces just like feces in the morning
When you drink all nine I'm able to quench your fuckin' thirst
(Uhh!)
Wanna drive a hearse right through your family reunion
Turning on the wipers just to see with all the blood (the fuckin' blood)
All over my windshield and my bumper and my rims, yo
Go reunite when they're six feet deep under the mud (Huh!)
[Chorus: Scum]
Murder for the fuck of it, we don't need a reason
Blame it on the season, blame the time of day or night
Homicidal tendency is mutilation, it is an art
Ripping you apart goin' after everyone in sight (Yeah!)
Murder for the fuck of it cause we find it funny
Blame the Easter Bunny, blame the Lord or blame this dick
It don't matter who you blame when your blood is running
'Bout to go and finger-paint with it 'cause we're sick
[Verse 2: Smallz One]
With a fucked up mind it's funny to see a face get rearranged
With a hole stabbed out in the back of their brains and they don't look the same
They're screaming out in pain but why the fuck are they surprised?
Like they all thought I was just joking when I'd said they'd fuckin' die
But I was serious and now I'm furious
And I never get mad but the times that I do I find a bitch hilarious (Ha ha)
Cuz a bitch like me and LSP are guillotines
And every blade I rip the spleen off nice and clean, I'll take your fuckin' face (What?)
I throw that shit onto a shirt and sell that bitch online
Proceeds go to us since you have lost your fuckin' mind and shit (stop)
That I bet are crazy
Mixed with a whole lot of rage and sometimes our hands get idle
So that's where the devil plays (plays)
The devil stayin' inside my head
Only talks if he hates you (hates you)
He tells me what to do like fuckin' kill and replace you (replace you)
Scum have their days too, murderin' just for the fuck of it
Welcome to the killing fields of LSP apocalypse
[Chorus: Scum]
Murder for the fuck of it, we don't need a reason
Blame it on the season, blame the time of day or night
Homicidal tendency is mutilation, it is an art
Ripping you apart goin' after everyone in sight (Yeah!)
Murder for the fuck of it cause we find it funny
Blame the Easter Bunny, blame the Lord or blame this dick
It don't matter who you blame when your blood is running
'Bout to go and finger-paint with it 'cause we're sick
[Verse 3: Scum]
Обкурившись конопли, с бензопилой в руках я
Нападаю на прохожих среди бела дня
Всех их видеть я хочу мёртвыми в гробах
А эти гады только рады разозлить меня
Улыбаясь и смеясь, и вдыхая воздух
Этот воздух не для вас, этот воздух мой
Если трудно вам понять — перестань дышать, блядь
Можно нос так потерять вместе с головой
Никакая наркота не сравнится с кайфом
От серийного убийства целого двора
Все изрублены в куски: женщины, мужчины
Даже детвора не избежала топора
Не повезло мне родиться на свет, где мне нет ни спокойства, ни мира
Мама родила вампира, хоть кровь я не пью, но её я люблю
И не могу перестать проливать, нету лучше, чем труп сувенира
Чтобы на память оставить в бочонке в подвале, когда вас убью
[Chorus: Scum]
Murder for the fuck of it, we don't need a reason
Blame it on the season, blame the time of day or night
Homicidal tendency is mutilation, it is an art
Ripping you apart goin' after everyone in sight (Yeah!)
Murder for the fuck of it cause we find it funny
Blame the Easter Bunny, blame the Lord or blame this dick
It don't matter who you blame when your blood is running
'Bout to go and finger-paint with it 'cause we're sick
[Outro: Interviewer & Richard Kuklinski]
Interviewer: How you feel about killing?
Richard Kuklinski: I don't...it doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother me at all