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 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)