Verse 1: (Jamie Madrox) 

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 mother fuckers, not saying no names 

But them other mother fuckers (They 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, gimme an axe 

I wanna smash your ribcage in half 

For every time you laughed on our behalf 

Will you let me another chance to redefine 

The mind of a serial killa 

Chorus: (2x) 

Serial killa 

K I double L A! 

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla 

*scream* (Kill) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa) 

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Verse 2: (Monoxide Child) 

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 stabbin' too many bitches 

I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state 

??? 

Throw ya ?? 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!

Chorus: (2x) 

Serial killa 

K I double L A! 

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla 

*scream* (Kill) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa) 

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)

Verse 3: (Tech N9ne & Jamie Madrox) 

Who's the real killa? 

Who's the mother fucka ya love and I hate 

But in the midst 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 disgusting 

Some will slit necks and into skull crushing 

And killing people over next to nothing mother fucker!

Chorus: (2x) 

Serial killa 

K I double L A! 

Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla 

*scream* (Kill) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa) 

Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) 

Serial killa! (Killa, Killa)