[Intro: Insane Poetry]
God, I'm ready to do this shit
Told these motherfuckers I was coming
Man, look at 'em
On their way to school
Not knowing what's about to hit 'em
Come on dawg, let's go shoot this bitch up

[Chorus: Insane Poetry and Scum]
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry]
You don't really wanna see what's inside of my trenchcoat
Shotgun, hand grenade, knives and two pistols
.45 caliber joints to leave yo flesh smoking
Mossberg pump with a kick can split yo chest open
And we're prepared for the killing
Cyco and SCUM dare I mention, thе next Eric and Dylan
Sitting right there with your childrеn behind the tragedy
Fantasizing a scene visually imagining
Everyone's screaming for help God save us
Two maniacs is loose with guns that got lasers
The beautiful aroma of death I smell it on me
My visions of mass murder can't wait to tell the homie he's a scumfuck and I'm a sick fuck
Don't get it mixed up we smile when the fifth bust
Dial 1-800-MURDER and you get us
For ten notes cuz you know it's going down when you see us in them trenchcoats
[Chorus: Insane Poetry and Scum]
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)

[Verse 2: Scum]
Walking up in the building with a 9 millimeter TEC
Decked out in all black and I'm about to let it clack (Clap!)
Check my pockets flip the clips rolled up on hollow tips (tips)
And them loaded Glocks I'm packing holsters on my hips (hips)
Everything is more concealed and no one even knows what's underneath the trenchcoats
And I bet that they suppose that the two of us a cult forgetting Columbine
Throw my fucking hundred shots and severing they spine
Click clack pull the nine better think twice before you fuck with mine
Time for dying don't waste my time with your attempts to beg and whine
Both of us high and got enough booze
Neither of us got shit to lose
Different races, same solutions yet to be seen on the evening news
Much abuse is in my past future concealed by the police gas
When they blast I will not die cause I'll be glad when I'm dead at last
Ain't no way they will let me walk leaving me outlined in chalk
Get the psycho kids away, some final thought when I cock the Glock

[Chorus: Insane Poetry and Scum]
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
You don't really wanna see what I got tucked inside of my trenchcoat ( inside of my trenchcoat)
[Verse 3: Insane Poetry]
Look Scum our insanity is pure
We them trenchcoat killers our reality is gore
We unstable so when that tragedy occurs we'll all rock release on their families and more
Examining the door that's about to get kicked in
Brandishing the four fifth blasting through this whole shit
Laughing cause it's so sick, another random act of violence
And the comments just emptied out my whole clip

[Interlude]
News Reporter: Now earlier this morning we spoke by telephone with a student of the school who was a witness to the shootings
Student: He always wore weird clothes and I guess he shot a bunch of kids and no one really hung out with him

[Verse 4: SCUM]
Trigger finger flex trigger trigger finger flex
As they were running I'm raising the gun and I'm putting them slugs in they backs
Better believe that these random attacks we unleash gonna get televised
Cause motherfuckers been laughing too much fools get murdered and get paralyzed
Don't say surviving what made you untied they'll forever be wondering why (why)
They got to live through this massacre while many others that they had to die (die)
Cause they got spent to deliver the message observing the killing unfold (fold)
They were released from the hell we created so that our story got told (told)

[Outro]
(Laughter)