Dinner’s Served

[Intro]
Awwshit, ah, yeah
Hell yeah
Time to eat motherfuckers
Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Dead skin on my wall, dead meat in my pots and pans on my stove cause I'm cooking
A meal that I kill with the drill on my grill, smells ill and I feel you'll be puking (Ugh)
If you was to see or to smell what I make I take you would hurl in an instant
An offer you would taste but it would be such a fucking waste just cause our tastes are so distant (Woo)
Some captured alive and though none will survive I strive for my meats to stay juicy (Ooh)
So slice after slice I dissect them like mice, their wounds stuffed with tampons like pussy (Ugh)
Alive they'll remain going insane from the pain, that's why some would call me sadistic
Don't fuck 'em cause it's true when they having their dick up in your food, my urges are straight cannibalistic

[Chorus: SCUM]
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Bloody body on the meat hook, bloody body in the fridge
Bloody body in the river floating underneath the bridge
Cause the body got to rotting, wreaking like a road-killed skunk
Those that decomposed, disposed of, no one likes that body funk
Gotta eat 'em freshly murdered, gotta eat 'em while they fresh
Love the taste of bloody, tender, gooey, chewy human flesh
Fresh to God, I catch 'em slipping, singles cut in smaller groups
Then attack 'em with no warning like Iraqi's do our troops
Then determine who is tasty and who's just a fucking waste
Only shoot the ones that's worthless, let us know during the taste
I'm a sinner hunting dinner, in the alleys, parks and lots
I'm a pro cause no beginner would've dodged my victims shots
Cause sometimes the prey be packing and will try to shoot yo ass
Force them back as you attack 'em spraying you with some vapor gas
But that's only temporary, in the end there's no retreat
My machete hits 'em, splits 'em, dinner's served it's time to eat

[Chorus: SCUM]
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served

[Verse 3: SCUM]
Though kids are the best cause they tender and softer, fat ones make stew like no other (Other)
I'll roast up they dad with some butter and herbs and make some kebabs out they mother (Mother)
I'm choking 'em with the long extension cord, their face is turning blue
Then gut 'em and cut 'em into pieces, making a human barbecue
Fingers are better drowned in flour, fry me up a crispy snack
Serving their brain up on the platter, using a hammer skulls are cracked
Got ribs on the grill next to kidneys and thighs, got fries mixed with chunks of their liver (Liver)
I love when they scream as I'm slicing they flesh, I love when they shake and they quiver (Quiver)
Make an incision, take their vision so they cannot run away
The Hills Have Eyes but yours are missing, all they smell is fresh decay
Life is too great, cause God can't save you, he couldn't even save his son
There's no escaping still I'd get you, only get tired if you run

[Chorus: SCUM]
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served
Increased murder rate when I come to your state, this must be the fate y'all deserved
Don't cry it's too late when your guts on a plate, about to get ate, dinner's served