[Intro: SCUM]
Never comin' home (Yo)
Never comin' home (Yo)
Never comin' home (Yo)
Never comin' home (Yo)

[Verse 1: SCUM]
You best start crying for that picture Butcher Bros are taking witcha
Which I'm sending to your mama with a demand for lots of cash
If she doesn't get that paper better believe we're finna tape her daughter
Slaughtered, now she gotta go way deep, all the rotten flesh
Uhh! It's that cult shit, better do what you're told shit
Havin' you mind controlled shit, having you up for sale
Back to the ones that made you, warned you and forbade you
To ever talk to strangers, hoping they got that mail

[Verse 2: Insane Poetry]
Yes that letter with that ransom note explaining how we really seen her
Attached to the box was the twat's pinky finger
That means we got her so I hope you follow instructions well
And if you don't more problems are popping up in the mail
If you got the cops involved we gon' get her disemboweled
Then record the whole shit, distribute it in different towns
I hope your parents put the bread in a drop
Cuz if not we gon' send your fucking head in a box
[Chorus: SCUM]
You got kidnapped (kidnapped)
But nobody paid the ransom so to show that we ain't playing had to hurt you real bad
Send your loved ones a recording of the skinning and waterboarding, pay us
Know this is a warning, next we'll mail your severed head
Better break bread, Butcher Brothers be kidnapping motherfuckers
First I'm snapping off their fingers that we send
To their relatives that'll load it if somehow we end up showing it
So do lives of the ones we snatch up, ending quick when they come up dead (dead)

[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
Look at you now, waking up from a chloroform nap
Groggy, missing a few fingers and a couple of toes, these Butcher Brother fools sawing
Off parts of your limbs, operating on you without any anesthesia
Leave your ass tortured night after night in the same room, dim cabin fever
This is what happened cuz they didn't even pay the ransom on time
Now you sitting here being filleted on camera with a knife slashing your spine (woo)
It's really just a passion of mine combined with the black soul
Pass you to the Gorefather with your mouth gag and your trap clothes

[Verse 4: SCUM]
Sipping your blood like a Snapple, cutting you up like an apple
Using you as an example for when the people don't pay
Why would they not pay the ransom making this gentleman handsome
Making a van that was perfectly clean covered in your arterial spray
They better break bread, take themselves alone
I want to see them with the phone up calling everyone they know
Pray they good at begging, pleading
Trying to spare you from this bleeding
If they not then we proceeding hit record and start the show
[Chorus: SCUM]
You got kidnapped (kidnapped)
But nobody paid the ransom so to show that we ain't playing had to hurt you real bad
Send your loved ones a recording of the skinning and waterboarding, pay us
Know this is a warning, next we'll mail your severed head
Better break bread, Butcher Brothers be kidnapping motherfuckers
First I'm snapping off their fingers that we send
To their relatives that'll load it if somehow we end up showing it
So do lives of the ones we snatch up, ending quick when they come up dead (dead)