[Intro: Insane Poetry]
Yeah! Triple M-F-D! Uhh!
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman
Two dudes with two knives in both hands
You lose your life tonight is our plans
Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)
It's an adrenaline rush we feel
Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged
Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real
The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!
[Verse 1: SCUM &
Insane Poetry
]
At times I see you and just want to fucking hug you
With a rope that's wrapped around your neck when I hug you tight (tight, tight!)
But still I might express compassion when I drug you (Huh!)
Before you're strangled to fulfill my appetite (
Yeah!
)
I have this urge to murder inside of my nerves
Plus adrenaline I'm right on the verge of killing him and his girlfriend
I'm still in this whirlwind of some violent emotions
I've been asphyxiated silently chokin' (Uhh!)
I'm at a party having a drink and been acting normal
Trying to make a friend but I feel my hand on a pistol grip
(grip, grip)
Impulse to kill I feel, guess I should make a formal (Huh!) apology before I go to dump the clip (
Uhh!
)
I'm embracing my appetite, my impulse
Invokes nothing but madness dipping them folks in acid
Laughing while your skin melts in plastic
Duct tape to the back of your neck leaving you gasping for air
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman
Two dudes with two knives in both hands
You lose your life tonight is our plans
Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)
It's an adrenaline rush we feel
Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged
Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real
The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!
[Verse 2: SCUM &
Insane Poetry
]
The sun is shining, birds are chirping, people smiling
But what the fuck they smiling at is what I do not get (get, get)
But I got a crawlspace where I keep on steady piling
Dismembered bodies up when they get me upset (
Yes!
)
I'm off an acid tab, your acid bath is waiting
I'm a Afro-American psycho, black Patrick Bateman
With the axe that's engraved with the circle saw and the axe logo
We taking horrorcore back, so fuck your wack promo
I would so much rather be like you and everybody (Yeah!)
Else that's not crazy with no homicidal urge (This fuckin' urge!)
But I'm insane, again I'm carving up her body
My bloody hands are steady ready for the purge (
Woo!
)
This is an audiobook of blood
Chapters were written up on her body in flesh using that hooker's blood
Jim Jones this cult shit's for real
Make my motherfucking day, with the impulse to kill (
Yeah!
)
[Chorus: Insane Poetry]
Ice cold hearts colder than a snowman
Two dudes with two knives in both hands
You lose your life tonight is our plans
Make my motherfucking day doing it for our fans (Uhh!)
It's an adrenaline rush we feel
Deep inside our veins and screaming out enraged
Yes we filling graves, this cult shit's for real
The Unsubs with the impulse to kill!
[Outro: Insane Poetry]
We will dismember your fucking body (Body)
We will dismember your fucking body (Body)
We will dismember your fucking body (Body)
We will dismember your fucking body (Body)
