(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:)

K I double L A
Fruit loop outta my mind like godzilla
(Kill) (Killa killa) (torture and destroy) Serial killer
(Killa Killa) Serial killer


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)

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Serial Killa (featuring Tech N9ne) song meanings
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