Rozz Dyliams, Scum - Masters Of Homicide lyrics

[Rozz Dyliams, Scum - Masters Of Homicide lyrics]

A killer with a crooked brain, beat knocker
Hit you with that thang that'll put a
Dip up in yo’ fuckin' posture
Give it up for the multi tasker
Hit 'em up like a monster
One time for the murder master
As I ignite the whole block up
I got a need to kill in me
How do I shake this villiany?
How do I deal with this
And how do I think these evil thoughts up?
Homicidal villian, kickin' killa game
Like a wise 45 to the fetus
To take away it's pain
Dylan 'bout to make a stang
I tear you up from limb to limb
In front of your bitchass family
Then I take you out the game
Doin' it, doin' it
Put your head in a vice, and screw in it
In a barn, in the woods
Where no one know the evil that do exist
While tetanus needles in your body
Fuck you and your mans raw
Split you in half with my bandsaw
Stack all the pieces in bags, and drag y'all
Right behind the building
And let the rodents have at y'all

Masters of homicide takin’ ‘em out
Snuffin’ ‘em out burnin’ ‘em up
Masters of homicide (Spooky sound)
Masters of homicide cuttin’ ‘em up
Choppin' ‘em up into tiny bit's
Masters of homicide
Leaving a newborn baby sucking the
Milk out your severed tit's

Creeping up on a happy couple
Pulling a gruesome bloody double
Homicide, when the knife inside of a gut
I cut from side to side
When your limbs are tied
With your own intestine, hoping you'd die
But, you won't im best in making
This fun go on and on
And your suffering, I'ma just prolong
Motherfucka like me is what
They calla human hater
Sooner or later when we meet
I'ma greet your face with a hammer blow
Shit I fuckin spit is raw like
The dick of an angry masturbator
Pretty faces mutilator
Loving to let the crimson flow
Buck buck buck
Im gonna be shooting up this party
Droppin' a body after body
Let the bodies hit the floor
Drowning pool I'm about to use when I'm
Out of ammo for my shottie
Holding their heads under the water
Theres no bubbles anymore
Then I'ma set this house on fire
Yo Im freshly out of water
Having to use it for the slaughter
Leaving us none to put it out
Let that motherfucker burn
And the ones inside alive
They oughta wish they died
When they had the chance
And I bet they do when I hear them shout

Masters of homicide takin’ ‘em out
Snuffin’ ‘em out burnin’ ‘em up
Masters of homicide (Spooky sound)
Masters of homicide cuttin’ ‘em up
Choppin' ‘em up into tiny bit's
Masters of homicide
Leaving a newborn baby sucking the
Milk out your severed tit's

Kill 'em all, fuck 'em all, make 'em all pay
I'ma stay knocking busters off
Until my dying day
I awake from a nightmare, excited by the hate
You might find a trace segment
But you'll never find a tape
I exterminate weak bitches blinded
By the faith try to pray the fuck up out
The fact you gonna die today
Try to make me laugh
It's the lunatic psychopath
On a funky bitch-killin' rage-filled warpath
I'ma stay damaging everything you stand for
Dylan stands for independent waste management
Early in the morning stuffing victims
Up in body bags and all my body bags came
From stealing them from ambulances
Cannabis is on my brain all the time no duh
No dip, dimwit dylan make quoda
Many murder victims and I
Don't need no momentos
Got a shrine in my mind
Full of prized individuals

Masters of homicide takin’ ‘em out
Snuffin’ ‘em out burnin’ ‘em up
Masters of homicide (Spooky sound)
Masters of homicide cuttin’ ‘em up
Choppin' ‘em up into tiny bit's
Masters of homicide
Leaving a newborn baby sucking the
Milk out your severed tit's

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