[Intro]
At first local police did little. They assumed the girls were just runaways. The families did what they could to find their daughters. And then the bodies of some of the girls started showing up. They had been raped and strangled. Now the families demanded answers. But the police had no leads and no suspects

[Verse 1: Insane Poetry and Scum]
I have this impulse that I can't help I'm really tryna quell it
And it takes over my psyche and I can't escape Hell's grip
Embellishеd by wicked thoughts set off this uncontrollable urgе
Ain't no calmin' my nerves I'm on the verge
So I'm up late on the prowl
Lookin' for the perfect one to leave duct taped and bound in case she has the urge to run
Restricted, but you are not about to move
I'm settin' up shop with butcher knives razors and power tools
For the next six hours abused and tortured violently
Reported missing showers the news of course the irony
You didn't plan to go out it was never your intention
Now you're beggin' for your life tryna better your position
My cold heart don't feel a thing as my butcher knife pierce your spleen
I'm sadistic I love to hear you scream
Your last breath last left in a remote place where your body lays
Where? In an unmarked grave

[Chorus: Scum & Insane Poetry]
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave muthafucker you don't get a headstone
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave decomposing slowly with your head gone
[Verse 2: Scum]
Yo have you seen me post this Post-It on the light post?
In your neighborhood but nobody calls nobody's seen
Or heard from you ain't got no clue of your location
Though every station got your face up on they screen
They can begin with grieving 'cause believing that you're alive is like believing in Santa Claus
That is because by now you're dead and buried at a shallow grave in a black trash bag to decompose
Dispose of those that are no longer breathing
With a quickness witness hole get dug in the frozen ground
In the mountain woods that constitutes funeral proceedings
That is all you get to ensure that you're never found
With a grave unmarked and a missing head they will not ID you
Ain't no dental records they can use when you got no teeth
So your family we guarantee will never see you alive again
But fuck they pain you're worth the grief (grief)

[Chorus: Scum & Insane Poetry]
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave muthafucker you don't get a headstone
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave decomposing slowly with your head gone
[Verse 3: Damien Quinn]
John Doe or Jane Doe
You think I give a fuck bro?
I'ma hack 'em up though no need for a pistol
You think that I'm shallow 'cause I put 'em in a grave so shallow
My cult members will follow when I teach 'em how to hollow
Your corpse out you run your mouth but you know what LSP about
Me and Triple M-F-D got your daughter in a slaughterhouse
Crying begging for her life praying she don't die tonight
Little does she know I'm 'bout to fuck her with a knife (Please!)
Sacrifice her to the devil I just might
I see the terror in her eyes so I know she feels the fright
I'm with the Gorefather so we'll snuff her on Skype
You really don't think we'll kill her? Naw, don't believe the hype
I envision making incisions in your skin before I place you in this unmarked grave where your body stays
But your soul I'll leave you in disarray
Ready for the day where you'll never see your parents again
And the children in your town make your name an urban legend

[Chorus: Scum & Insane Poetry]
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave muthafucker you don't get a headstone
You can end up buried in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Next to the one you married in an unmarked grave! (grave)
Resting with your children in an unmarked grave!
In an unmarked grave decomposing slowly with your head gone