Lyrics:

(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 laughed on our behalf Will you let me another chance to redefine? The mind of a serial killa (Chorus x2) Serial killa K I double L A Fruit looped out of my mind like Godzilla (Kill) Serial killa (Killa, Killa) Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) Serial killa (Killa, Killa) (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 get 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