Twiztid

Twiztid - Serial Killa songtekst

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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 I double L A 
Fruit looped out of my mind like Godzilla (Kill) 
Serial killa (Killa, Killa) 
Torture and destroy (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 I double L A 
Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla (Kill) 
Serial killa (Killa, Killa) 
Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) 
Serial killa (Killa, Killa) 


Who's the real killa? 
Who's the motherfucka ya love and I hate 
But in the mist will 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 
Killa killa, the realla, 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 will slit necks and into skull crushing 
And killing people over next to nothing motherfucker 


Serial killa 
K I double L A 
Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla (Kill) 
Serial killa (Killa, Killa) 
Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) 
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)



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