and makes this music that you can sharpen an axe to,
taking you back through a hallway to a black room,
no walls no 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, thats what seperates us apart,
from other mother fuckers, not aying no names,
but them other mohter fuckers, (ain't family),
and they say I'm too 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 everytime you laugh on our behalf,
will you let me another chance to redefine a serial killa?
The mind of a serial killa,
(Chorus X2)
Serial Killa, K-I double L-A,
fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla, (kill)
Serial killa, (killa, killa), torture and destroy, (killa, killa)
serial killa,(killa, killa)
Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood you like,
Or maybe it's my blatent disreguard fo life,
most people are afraid to deny it, not me though,
I keep it old school like a mink coat, rusty blade at least 12 inches,
with the tip cracked off for stabbing to many bitches,
I'm digging up ditches with a mental mind state,
just slit up and get vicious within a dark place,
throw your mercy on the head of my axe,
and pray to God that 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 confise it with the same old game,
cuz 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 playin,
(Chorus X2)
who's the real killa? who's the mother fucker you love and I hate?
but in the mist will fuck with ya real killas,
trust me bitch, we'll jock, and you'll trip,
we'll shock with a pistol cocked, who am I?
Amerikilla, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my nizzle,
with Psychopathic I'm rapping we set to gangrene,
killa, kill the realla, banana, fanaa, I feela,
nigga with the millimeter with an infared beam,
the axe is family and for the family,
I use the sxe to seperate 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 digusted,
some into slit necks and some into skull crushing,
and killing people over next to nothing mother fucker,
(Chorus X2)