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ScumGod

by ScumGod

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1.
Mop headed cunt Jowly, unkempt Fuck off Stuttering twat A quiver of gelatine Livery lipped Walking sarcoma Metastasised Blonde fucking tumour I’ve always wanted to watch this man die Hunting knife between the sections of spine Eyes rolling back, to expose both the whites Separating the head from the dead cellulite Stammering, struggling, gasping for air Sucking and rasping Swollen eyes, throatfucking him with cold steel Livid complexion, bladder released Army boot pressed to the base of the spine Stamp! Stamp! Stamp! Stamp! He’s been the centre his whole fuckin life Smash his reality With a dismal blow Sever the spine last, carve out the throat Be incompetant, fumble around Leave an inch left so you have to yank the rest off Next time I see you on my screen It should be getting your head cut off By fucking Isis 7 Seconds till your brain shuts down 7 Seconds stretched ou forever 7 seconds to ask how could this happen And you’ll still never even know Bet you’d wish you’d died on that ventilator
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U.K.B.M. 02:48
U K B Motherfucker Storming the ramparts, no posers allowed Grimmer then grim You caress your knight’s templar Spout blood and soil like you built it yourself You’re not a viking, you’re some dipshit from Stockport U K B Motherfucker Monochrome battlevest, band logo here As iconoclastic as Jimmy Savile Got the same world view as my weird old uncle You think your views are too much But they’re the same as my grandad’s Got “beyond good and evil” in the spank bank Attack panda grimace, claw at the sky Burzum logo itching to be argued over "It's not racist to support racist music" It's also not racist to call you a cunt Getting called out gets you enraged “You need a thick skin” Sez the whining man baby, Sez the whining man baby, Neckbeard dinner lady Dressed in black with your Alghiz pendant And your Totenkopf undies And your Sword and wolf Jockstrap that your boyfriend bought you (yeah you fuckin love that jockstrap) Fragile as fuck. Gatekeepingrr nerd Wanking to Tolkien Spaffing to Neitzsche (You like your dark medieval times so much,, I don’t see you in such a rush to get back to them - I’ll take me electric guitar back - play the fucking hurdy gurdy or something you olde time cunt. You seem to be under the mistaken impression that you’re one of the ubermensche - but the fact of the matter is, in the eyes of your perfect society, you’d be the first on the block with your weird music and yourfunny clothes have fun being a serf, dickhead)
3.
Plastic 01:28
Check out the hi-vis Check out the helmet You’re just a plastic pig Plasticine bacon Fucking quorn rasher You’re a fuckin plastic pig Devoid of status No fuckin power You’re just a plastic pig Think you’re a big boy Playing with big toys Just a fuckin plastic pig Move me along, talk like a giant Good job citizen, make your mother proud Inadequate shitbag Impotent and pissed about it You just need to shake me down You couldn’t be a copper So you became a plastic A high viz jacket where your dick should be You self rightious fuck So full of your self worth Face like a smacked arse Snarling bulldog, drooling jowly, stupid. Move me along, talk like a giant Good job citizen, make your mum proud Grab your pencil out your hand Watch your skin go a bright red Oh shit, My Chest, Oh Shit, My Arm! Down you go To much Stella To much Creatine Check out the hi-vis Check out the helmet You’re just a plastic pig Plasticine bacon Fucking quorn rasher You’re a plastic pig Gasping in the street Pissing yourself Never quite believing This is happening to you Should have let me smokey biffta Should have let me ask for change You fuckin plastic pig Now dying in the street
4.
Sometimes I feel the need to shit in my hands And rub your eyes I want to piss blood down your throat Everything I think that I’ve got I want to give to you I wanna turn inside out and hurl my guts onto you This happens every fucking day Stay quiet and reserved But I want to pull off your fucking jaw And crawl down your neck And puke my guts up down your throat And sew you up, say “you’ll be fucking fine” You’ll be fucking fine You’ve reached a crossroads Say one more fucking thing Say one more fucking thing Say one more fucking thing
5.
Pick you out and wind you up Put you down and let you go Pork and Gammon cut from the same pig Wear your poppy, wear with pride The symbol of dead long and gone Their sacrifice you secretly despise Your colleagues fuckin hate your guts You’re swollen, red and scared The weirdo in the corner Seiging hell all on the net Wear the poppy even though you hate what it means Wear the poppy, gammon cunt If you’re the best of Britain, then your Britain fuckin weeps Weeps Spit flies on protest lines Right arm raised at an angle Poppy taking pride of place Next to the double lightening strike Your piece of red shit paper means nothing to me If a cunt like you can wear it It’s a symbol of hate to me If a cunt like you can use it Those men you claim to love, you hate Those men, they died, and left us with you.

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released June 21, 2021

All music and lyrics written and performed Edmund Scumm and ScumGod

Recorded in a shed somewhere outside Bolton

Engineered, mixed and mastered, for his sins, by Sam Chatt of Sound Sanctum Studios. Don't blame him. He warned us.

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