[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] What is it about a serial killa that attracts you? And makes this music that you can sharpen an axe to Taking you back through a hallway to a black room No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass through You choose, chainsaws are always nice But razorblades and knives are way more precise When it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art And we finish what we start, that's what separates us apart From other motherfuckers, not saying no names But them other motherfuckers (ain't family) And they say I'm sick, too sick Well how sick do you get? When you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it Wait a minute, give me an axe I wanna smash your ribcage in half For every time you laugh on our behalf Will you let me another chance to redefine? The mind of a serial killa
[Hook] x2 Serial Killa! K-I-Double L-A Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla! Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa! Butcher under the corpse. Killa, killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!
[Verse 2: Monoxide Child] Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for life Most people are afraid to deny it But not me though, I keep it old school like a mink coat Rusty blade, at least 12 inches With the tipped cracked off from stabbing to many bitches I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state Just slit up and get vicious within a dark place Throw ya mercy on the head of my axe And pray to God I don't split you in half like train tracks I can't control it, so I just put it in my music And hopefully other killas can use it Don't confuse it with the same old game Cause the shit that I kick could put a glitch in your mainframe Wicked to the bone I am And you can meet me in the dark if you think I'm playing, what!
[Hook] x2 Serial Killa! K-I-Double L-A Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla! Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa! Butcher under the corpse. Killa, killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Who's the Real Killer? Who's the motherfucka ya lovin' to hate But in the midst'll fuck with real millas Trust ya bitch, we'll jock, you'll trip We'll shock with pistol cocked (this the shit to knock) Who am I? Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my nizzle With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene Who am I? Killa killa, the pilla, banana fanna I feela Nigga with a millimeter with the infrared beam
[Verse 4: Jamie Maddrox] The axe is family, and for the family I use the axe to separate your anatomy Ain't no being mad at me, the shit ain't even worth it I said I was a serial killa, not perfect It's not my fault that I can't be trusted And people like me aren't all disgusted Some'll slit necks and into skull crushing And killing people over next to nothing motherfucker
[Hook] x2 Serial Killa! K-I-Double L-A Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla! Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa! Butcher under the corpse. Killa, killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
