(Jamie Madrox:)       What is about a serial killer that attracts you?    And makes this music that you can sharpen and ax too?    Takin' ya back through, a hallway to a black room    No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass through    YOU choose: chainsaws are always nice    But razor blades and knives are way more percise    When it comes to cuttin', this shit here is an art    And we finish what we start, that's what seperates us apart    From other muthafuckas, not saying no names    But them other muthafuckas (THEY AINT FAMILY!)    Hennesy, 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 everytime you laughed on our behalf    Will ya let me get another chance to redefine the mind of a serial killer       (Chorus x2:)       SERIAL KILLA!    K I double L A    Fruit loop outta my mind like godzilla    (Kill) (Killa killa) (torture and destroy) Serial killer    (Killa Killa) Serial killer       (Monoxide:)       Could it be the blood? Maybe it's the blood ya like    Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for life    Most people are afraid of the knife    But not me, though, I keep it old school like Amigo    Rusty blade, at least twelve inches    With the tip cracked off from stabbin' too many bitches    I'm diggin' ditches with a mental mind state    Just nut up and get vicious when in a dark place    Throw your missy 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 killers can use it    Don't confuse it with the same old game    Cause the shit that I kick'll put a glitch in ya main frame    Wicked to the bone I am    And you can meet me in the dark if you think I'm playin'       (Chorus x2)       (Tech N9ne:)       Who's the real killa? Who's the muthafucka ya lovin to hate    But in the midst, I fuck with mill millas    Trust ya bitch will jock ya trip with shock, her pistol, COCK THIS    (It's a sin to knock! Who am I?)    Amerikilla, gorilla, the juggalizzle, my nizzle    With Psychopathic, I rap and we set the game free    Killa killa bo-billa, fonananana I fill a    Nigga with a 9 millameter with the infared beam       (Jamie Madrox:)       The axe is family, and for the family    I use the axe to seperate your anatomy    Ain't no bein' mad at me    This shit ain't even worth it    I said I was a serial killer, not perfect    It's not my fault that I can't be trusted    And people like me aren't all disgusted    Some are slittin' necks and into skull crushin'    Killa people over next to nuthin', muthafucka...       (Chorus x2)