Masters Of Homicide Rozz Dyliams (Ft. SCUM (USA))

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
A killer with a crooked brain, beat knocker
Hit you with that thang that'll put a dip up in yo’ fuckin' posture
Give it up for the multi-tasker
Hit 'em up like a monster
One time for the murder master, as I ignite the whole block up
I got a need to kill in me
How do I shake this villiany?
How do I deal with this, and how do I think these evil thoughts up?
Homicidal villian, kickin' killa game
Like a wise .45 to the fetus to take away its pain
Dylan 'bout to make a stang
I tear you up from limb to limb
In front of your bitchass family, then I take you out the game
Doin' it, doin' it
Put your head in a vice, and screw in it
In a barn, in the woods
Where no one know the evil that do exist
While tetanus needles in your body
Fuck you and your mans raw
Split you in half with my bandsaw
Stack all the pieces in bags, and drag y'all
Right behind the building, and let the rodents have at y'all

[Chorus: Rozz Dyliams & Scum]
Masters of homicide
Takin’ ‘em out
Snuffin’ ‘em out
Burnin’ ‘em up
Masters of homicide
(Spooky sound)
Masters of homicide
Cuttin’ ‘em up
Choppin' ‘em up into tiny bits
Masters of homicide
Leaving a newborn baby sucking the milk out your severed tits