Off The Hingez
[Verse 1: Scum]
I've been doin drugs yo I've been drinkin liquor
Daily medication's only made me sicker than a muthafucker so I get the pills up
All those sessions with the shrink only racked my bills up
Got a shotgun and I blew his head off
Bloodied up my favorite shirt couldn't wash the red off
And I set it off all the killings starting with my doctor and their staff shooting while departing
Now I'm dwelling in the dark talking with the voices that are living in my head going over choices
That I got left knowing the police won't stop looking for me till I get locked up or rest in peace
But I got me a forty and a fifth
Got a pocket full of shells and I'm puffin on a spliff
Contemplating murdering again cause my trigger finger's itching and it's driving me insane
[Chorus: SCUM]
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Crazy muthafucka got a gun but not a clue
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Get intoxicated then somebody murder you
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Drinking lots of liquor loading up the .45
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
When I fuckin lose it bet you no one will survive
[Verse 2: Bully Vegas & Stress The Mind]
I'm posted with the Gorefather smokin that sick shit
And I'm loading up the .45 and roaming the streets
So I'm blowing off they heads and I'm stealing they sneaks
And I also strangulate 'em and I stab to the beat
Lick the blood off the blade I'm a man on a mission
I got the infrared beam call it predators vision
Satan let me out the cage said “Bully go get 'em”
I got the fight of Tyson in my blood and spittin pure venom
I tried to get help but ain't nobody really tryna listen
Now I'm past the point of no return and seekin a mortician
But it's not for me it's for all of y'all who point the fingers
Looking at me sideways on the daily
Now what I deliver is a murder spree
Killing you fuckers one at a time
You try to be my friend, well it's time for you to die
And I won't mind, I enjoy it when you fighters drop
Call me sadistic, my mission is make your heart stop
[Chorus: SCUM]
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Crazy muthafucka got a gun but not a clue
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Get intoxicated then somebody murder you
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
Drinking lots of liquor loading up the .45
Off the hinges off the fuckin hinges
When I fuckin lose it bet you no one will survive
[Verse 3: Geno Cultshit & Damien Quinn]
Yo, manic depressive, aggressive suicidal thoughts
Got me caught in a dream hacking all of my limbs off
I've been depressed since a little kid takin' Ritalin
Sittin' in class envisioning a bloodbath
Roadside burial, satanic rituals
Makin' individuals beg for they life
Sick with a knife when I slash and slice
By the end of the night your severed heads on ice
Loading up a 45 should I pray to God
I can't love myself man it's so fucking odd
I'm just here to suffer, makes me really wonder
Why I made her dead corpse my new lover
You're in the mind of a sadistic anarchist
Who stays pissed slinging biscuits at trick bitches
Off the hinges and we fucking know it
Show your bitch my dick and she quick to blow it
[Chorus: Scum]
Off the hinges, off the fucking hinges
Crazy motherfucker got a gun but not a clue
Off the hinges, off the fucking hinges
Get intoxicated 'til somebody murder you
Off the hinges, off the fucking hinges
Drinking lots of liquor loading up the 45
Off the hinges, off the fucking hinges
When I fucking lose it bet you no one will survive