Insane Clown Posse - If I Was a Serial Killer lyrics

If I was a serial killer
They would find all my victims heads
In funky-ass gas station toilets
And if I was a serial killer
I would be strange and deranged
And I would never change
If I was a serial killer
I'd be known as "The Smoker"
Cuz I would cut off and
Smoke all of they hair
And if I was a serial killer
I would sleep on broken glass and thumb tacks
And I would smoke mad crack

First thing I would do would be
To kill a couple hotties
That always get 'em mustered
Up decapitated bodies
Dumped on state police lawn just before dawn
To let 'em know my ritual had begun
I'd crack a 40 with the devil


Tell him dig me a hole
Cuz I'm comin when I die
Until that I'm in control
This is if I was a serial killer
And though I ain't
But if I was I'd do my walls
Up blood red with blood paint
This is if I was a serial killer
And though I ain't
But if I was I'd never stop
Because I'd know that I can't

If I was a serial killer
I would drive a black van
And I would ride around the college campus
And if I was a serial killer
I would walk among us and gain trust
Until I needed that rush

I park outside these bitches
Homes then drive away
Then come back with my lights off
This time I'm here to stay
I'd wear human bones around my
Neck and have my ceremonies
Then go back upstairs and
Microwave some macaronis
You know what's all up in my trunk
So don't ask me to pop it
Once I get out to my cabin
Then I'll finally unlock it
This is if I was a serial killer
And though I'm not
If was I'd snap a photo once
They die on the spot
This is if I was serial killer
And though I'm not
But if I was I'd know that I can't
So I would never stop

And I don't know myself anymore
And I don't know who I am anymore
And I don't know who to be anymore
And I don't know who I am anymore
And I don't know what to think anymore
And I don't know who I am anymore
Except that I am strange and deranged
And I don't know who I am anymore
And I will never change

I wanna hold up this hatchet
This Psychopathic wicked shit will burn
A hole in ya brain (Chop it on down)
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gonna always keep it wicked
Shit gonna always be the same
(Chop it on down)
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world, take me under
Bitch we tryin' to rule the tunnels
The Tempest raining lighting bolts
And fire rain iCP with Mike E clark again
(I wanna run with this hatchet)
Wicked clowns, Blaze, Twiztid
Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and
You know this i wanna run with this hatchet
And you know this chop it on down
(Whoop Whoop, Whoop Whoop)

Chop it on down (Whoop Whoop)
(Whoop Whoop)

I wanna hold up this hatchet
This Psychopathic wicked shit will burn
A hole in ya brain (Chop it on down)
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gonna always keep it wicked
Shit gonna always be the same
(Chop it on down)
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world, take me under
Bitch we tryin' to rule the tunnels
The Tempest raining lighting bolts
And fire rain iCP with Mike E clark again
(I wanna run with this hatchet)
Wicked clowns, Blaze, Twiztid
Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and
You know this i wanna run with this hatchet
And you know this

Chop it on down (Whoop Whoop)
(Whoop Whoop)

Chop it on down (Whoop Whoop)
(Whoop Whoop)

I wanna hold up this hatchet
This Psychopathic wicked shit will burn
A hole in ya brain (Chop it on down)
I wanna run with this hatchet
We gonna always keep it wicked
Shit gonna always be the same
(Chop it on down)
I wanna hold up this hatchet
Fuck the world, take me under
Bitch we tryin' to rule the tunnels
The Tempest raining lighting bolts
And fire rain iCP with Mike E clark again
(I wanna run with this hatchet)
Wicked clowns, Blaze, Twiztid
Boondox and Lotus
Holding down the underground and
You know this i wanna run with this hatchet
And you know this and you know this

If I was a serial killer
I would bury all my special projects
Underneath the garden in my
Grandmother's back yard
And if I was a serial killer
I would be strange and deranged
And I would rock my hatchet chain