[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
What is it about a serial k**a 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 pa** through
You choose, chainsaws are always nice
But razorblades and knives are way more precise
When it comes to cutting, this sh** here is an art
And we finish what we start, that's what separates us apart
From other motherf**ers, not saying no names
But them other motherf**ers (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 laugh on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to redefine?
The mind of a serial k**a
[Hook] x2
Serial k**a!
K-I-Double L-A
Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla!
k**! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!
Butcher under the corpse. k**a, k**a! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!
[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 stabbing to many b**hes
I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state
Just slit 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 k**as can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old game
Cause the sh** 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!
[Hook] x2
Serial k**a!
K-I-Double L-A
Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla!
k**! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!
Butcher under the corpse. k**a, k**a! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Who's the Real k**er?
Who's the motherf**a ya lovin' to hate
But in the midst'll f** with real millas
Trust ya b**h, we'll jock, you'll trip
We'll shock with pistol co*ked (this the sh** to knock)
Who am I?
Amerik**a, gorilla, the Juggalizzle my nizzle
With Psychopathic I'm rapping, we set to gangrene
Who am I?
k**a k**a, the pilla, banana fanna I feela
n***a with a millimeter with the infrared beam
[Verse 4: Jamie Maddrox]
The axe is family, and for the family
I use the axe to separate your anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me, the sh** ain't even worth it
I said I was a serial k**a, not perfect
It's not my fault that I can't be trusted
And people like me aren't all disgusted
Some'll slit necks and into skull crushing
And k**ing people over next to nothing motherf**er
[Hook] x2
Serial k**a!
K-I-Double L-A
Fruitloop; outta my mind like godzilla!
k**! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!
Butcher under the corpse. k**a, k**a! Serial k**a! k**a, k**a!