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)