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 gets 'em all stirred up: decapitated bodies

Dumped on the stale police lawn just before dawn
To let them know my ritual had begun

I'd crack a 40 with the Devil, tell him dig me a hole
'Cuz I'm commin' when I die, until then I'm in control

This is if I was a serial killer and though I ain't
If I was I'd do my walls up blood red with blood paint

This is if I was serial killer and though I ain't
If I was I'd never stop because I'd 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 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 the go back upstairs and microwave some macaronis

You know what's up in my trunk so don't ask me to pop it
One 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 I was I'd snap a photo once they die on the spot

This is if I was a serial killer and though I'm not
I'd know that I can't so I would have to 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 will never change

I wanna hold up this Hatchet
This Psychopathic wicked shit will burn a hole in ya brain

I wanna run with this Hatchet
We gonna always keep it wicked, shit gonna always be the same

Fuck the world, take me under, bitch we tryin' rule
the tunnels The Tempest raining lightning 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,
and you know this

I wanna run with this Hatchet
I wanna hold up this Hatchet

Repeat x2

If I was a serial killer, I would bury all my special
projects underneath the garden in my grandmother's backyard
And if I was a serial killer, I would be strange and
deranged and I would rock my Hatchet chain


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