Tech N9ne, Twiztid - Serial Killa lyrics

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 laugh on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to redefine?
The mind of a serial killa

Serial Killa! K-IDouble L-A
Fruitloop outta my mind like godzilla!
Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa!
Butcher under the corpse killa
Killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!

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 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 killas can use it
Don't confuse it with the same old game
Cause the shit 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!

Serial Killa! K-IDouble L-A
Fruitloop outta my mind like godzilla!
Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa!
Butcher under the corpse killa
Killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!

Who's the Real Killer?
Who's the motherfucka ya lovin' to hate
But in the midst'll fuck with real millas
Trust ya bitch, we'll jock, you'll trip
We'll shock with pistol cocked
(this the shit to knock) who am I?
Amerikilla, gorilla
The Juggalizzle my nizzle
With Psychopathic I'm rapping
We set to gangrene who am I?
Killa killa, the pilla, banana fanna I feela
Nigga with a millimeter with
The infrared beam

The axe is family, and for the family
I use the axe to separate your anatomy
Ain't no being mad at me
The shit ain't even worth it
I said I was a serial killa, 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 killing people over next
To nothing motherfucker

Serial Killa! K-IDouble L-A
Fruitloop outta my mind like godzilla!
Kill! Serial killa! Killa, killa!
Butcher under the corpse killa
Killa! Serial killa! Killa, killa!