Serial Killas

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 mother fuckers, not saying no names

But them other mother fuckers (They 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, gimme an axe

I wanna smash your ribcage in half

For every time you laughed on our behalf

Will you let me another chance to redefine

The mind of a serial killa

Chorus: (2x)

Serial killa

K I double L A!

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla

*scream* (Kill)

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Torture and destroy (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 stabbin' too many bitches

I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state

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Throw ya ?? 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!

Chorus: (2x)

Serial killa

K I double L A!

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla

*scream* (Kill)

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Jamie Madrox)

Who's the real killa?

Who's the mother fucka ya love and I hate

But in the midst will 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

Killa killa, the realla, banana fanna I feela

Nigga with a millimeter with the infrared beam

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 disgusting

Some will slit necks and into skull crushing

And killing people over next to nothing mother fucker!

Chorus: (2x)

Serial killa

K I double L A!

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla

*scream* (Kill)

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)