Scum, Rozz Dyliams - Out of Body (Killing Spree) lyrics

Got a pistol grip pump in my trunk
But, it's not what a motherfucker wanna
Go get on a set
Hella lit, having an out of body moment
Unaware when aware and my now when
I let my reality to slip
Away and I lose my mind
That is already hella rotten
My insanity will lead the way and
The rest of me will follow
What comes after is forgotten
Better let a stranger danger
Into your house at night
When I'm looking lost
I don't even know my name, ho
But, I got a knife in my
Hand and I feel the frost
In my motherfuckin' heart when I
Start carvin' up your
Face in my attempt to make it better
Bloody mess, it's a work of


Art, no escape, Gorilla tape
I roll the tarp for the splatter
Never met that motherfucker
Luck of the draw when the voice is in my head
Led me to your residence and the fence
Had a hole to crawl through, now you're dead
But, I thought you was a demon and I was
An angel sent so that we could fight
In and out of this dimension and a
Dimension that I can see no light
Everything is in the darkness
World that I left
In hell where I thought I'd end up
Lookin' in from outside homicide
Doesn't seem so bad
Hell is spinning when I stand up
My reality is shifting, lifting
A knife so slow, next thing that I know
I'm back in my ride, there's a corpse inside
Got the cops behind and nowhere to go

Bloody body in the backseat and a sick
Beat that will make your speakers blow
Everybody know I pack heat creep down your
Street didn't I with no lights on, slow
Kinda like a headless horseman
Sendin' for your soul
My mind is dead but oh well
Got no love and no remorse, man
When I see you dying by my
Hand looking in from Hell
Bloody body in the backseat and a sick
Beat that will make your speakers blow
Everybody know I pack heat creep down your
Street didn't I with no lights on, slow
Kinda like a headless horseman
Sendin' for your soul
My mind is dead but oh well
Got no love and no remorse, man
When I see you dying by my
Hand looking in from Hell

I always gotta pack my knife (pack my knife)
Through the tunnels of confusion and
The hallways of sacrifice (agh)
This animosity inside me got me clicking
Got me fixing to get my victim
To fulfill my bloody appetite
Trippin' my vision shifted got caught
Up looking at the crucifix
And for a second I swore I
Saw the blood start drippin'
Tell me can you get wicked like I can?
Body parts in my garbage can
And a crawl space
Full of lovers who did not meet demands
As I walk upstairs my
Staircase twists and turns
And turns into endless steps into a darkness
You couldn't even imagine after that
(after that) i descend a tunnel with
The greatest reluctance
Then I heard the voice of my grandma
Tell me my momma wasn't shit (shit)
I cannot seem to get a fuckin' grip
I walk past the mirror and caught a glimpse
Of a reflection of a bloody pig
It inflicts me pain then I
Look down into my shame
There's blood all around but
I still cannot seem
To figure out whose blood this is

Bloody body in the backseat and a sick
Beat that will make your speakers blow
Everybody know I pack heat creep down your
Street didn't I with no lights on, slow
Kinda like a headless horseman
Sendin' for your soul
My mind is dead but oh well
Got no love and no remorse, man
When I see you dying by my
Hand looking in from Hell
Bloody body in the backseat and a sick
Beat that will make your speakers blow
Everybody know I pack heat creep down your
Street didn't I with no lights on, slow
Kinda like a headless horseman
Sendin' for your soul
My mind is dead but oh well
Got no love and no remorse, man
When I see you dying by my
Hand looking in from Hell