Dylan Ross
Out of Body (Killing Spree)
[Verse 1: SCUM]
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

[Chorus: SCUM]
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
[Verse 2: Rozz Dyliams]
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 crawlspace 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

[Chorus: SCUM]
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