51/50

[Intro: SCUM]
Most of the times I'm pretty normal just like everybody else. It's only once in a while when I get these cravings. Cravings to pick up my gun and go off and shoot people. Shoot people until I run out of fucking bullets. Then watch 'em flop on the ground in a puddle of their own blood while pissing on 'em. Get up!

[Chorus 1: SCUM]
Half of me is righteous, half of me is evil
Half of me is normal, other half ain't right
Half of me is peaceful, half of me is vicious
Hunting muthafuckas down and attacking them in the night
Got too many problems, got too many issues
Half of me can't help with other half don't care
Evil half is winning, slowly taking over
Bodies all over, blood is everywhere

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Oh shit muthafucka this is it you better run
I'm walking up in the classroom tripping and waving around my fucking gun
They scream so I blast "Buck Buck!" watch 'em fall I'm giving a fuck
They better duck duck down better crawl
Crawl for your life or else I'm slitting your fucking dome
You was a fool and came to school and now I doubt you be going home
I'm fifty one fifty in this bitch I'm murdering all that's in my reach
I'm putting a slug in your little kid and watching his body fucking twitch
Fuck everybody!
And the evil half is in control
I'm adding 'em to the murder toll and heading up to the fucking mall
I'm on a roll let's fucking brawl my axe against your shopping bags
I'm popping, dropping 'em steadily chopping 'em
Hacking up all them yuppie fags
Get the body bags and paddy wagon in the stretcher
The butcher coming at you, gonna get you, gonna catch ya
Let ya scream in pain will slicing up both your tits
Stretch ya on the ground then I'll be dicing you into bits

[Chorus 2: SCUM]
51/50 that means that I'm bipolar
51/50 that means my mind ain't right
51/50 I'll kill you for a dollar
51/50 I'll stab you in a fight
51/50 I love to shoot at people
51/50 I make the crimson spill
51/50 means half of me is evil
51/50 I love to fucking kill

[Verse 2: SCUM]
Hate crime on my mind and no love for a fag
I'm knocking 'em out with a baseball bat and then his body I'm finna drag
Chained up to my truck I'm giving a fuck and making him hate
Don't suck all the dick and you'll be living another day cause dicks are for chicks
And getting a raise for murder sprees so I'm going to one of those kill 'em, let their nature be deceased
Attack from the back in the black Cadillac clickety clack with the TEC smoking 'em all like a sack
Big body stack and so I'm getting a fucking axe and starting to hack their arms and legs and necks and backs
I'm making it mow downed body parts if I'ma send 'em for that ass
And when the police hits the scene I'm pressing the button hella fast (BOOM!)
My 50 Cal begins to spit
I'm loving watching 'em as they flop all over the ground as they get hit
Then I'm dismembering them as well and writing out "I'll fucking quit"
Just blame my twisted evil half that's making me really fucking sick

[Chorus 1: SCUM]
Half of me is righteous, half of me is evil
Half of me is normal, other half ain't right
Half of me is peaceful, half of me is vicious
Hunting muthafuckas down and attacking them in the night
Got too many problems, got too many issues
Half of me can't help with other half don't care
Evil half is winning, slowly taking over
Bodies all over, blood is everywhere

[Verse 3: SCUM]
I'm giving a fuck how big your clique, your balls, your posse and your dick
If there's a pit bull off the chain bet you can call me Michael Vick
Sick in the head and fucking vicious taking a life for looking hard
Killing a preacher and a nanny killing a faggot and a tard
Heard a baby crying for mammy smashing a baby with the rod
Checking a semi, with a semi drive it into an AIDS walk
Used to be normal now abnormal
Used to be sane but now insane
Used to be down to help somebody now I'd be down to eat their brain
Now I be down to mutilate 'em, cut him to pieces with the knife
Or penetrate 'em with the chainsaw so somebody smoked somebody's wife
Running up on an elder couple making 'em pick who's dying first
Though it don't matter, shotgun scatter, I pointed at a head and I make it burst
Cramming a hearse cause I don't litter
Banging up close then I come unrolled
Stripping that bitch before I beat her fucking me 'fore she gets too calm
Better stay clear and shake in fear when I approach you better run
I'm on a mission my condition make me maim and kill for fun

[Chorus 2: SCUM]
51/50 that means that I'm bipolar
51/50 that means my mind ain't right
51/50 I'll kill you for a dollar
51/50 I'll stab you in a fight
51/50 I love to shoot at people
51/50 I make the crimson spill
51/50 means half of me is evil
51/50 I love to fucking kill