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(Jamie Madrox) |
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What is it about a serial killa that attracts you? |
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And makes this music that you can sharpen an axe to |
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Taking you back through a hallway to a black room |
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No walls or ceilings, just doorways to pass through |
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You choose, chainsaws are always nice |
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But razorblades and knives are way more precise |
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When it comes to cutting, this shit here is an art |
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And we finish what we start, that's what separates us apart |
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From other motherfuckers, not saying no names |
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But them other motherfuckers (Ain't family) |
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And they say |
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I'm sick, too sick |
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Well how sick do you get? |
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When you see a chest without a butcher knife buried in it |
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Wait a minute, give me an axe |
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I wanna smash your ribcage in half |
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For every time you laughed on our behalf |
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Will you let me another chance to redefine? |
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The mind of a serial killa(Chorus x2) |
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Serial killa |
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K I double |
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L AFruit looped out of my mind like |
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Godzilla (Kill) |
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Serial killa (Killa, Killa) |
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Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa) |
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Serial killa (Killa, Killa)(Monoxide Child) |
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Could it be the blood? |
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Maybe it's the blood you like |
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Or maybe it's my blatant disregard for life |
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Most people are afraid to deny it |
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But not me though |
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I keep it old school like a mink coat |
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Rusty blade, at least 12 inches |
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With the tipped cracked off from stabbing to many bitches |
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I'm digging ditches with a mental mind state |
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Just get up and get vicious within a dark place |
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Throw ya mercy on the head of my axe |
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And pray to |
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God I don't split you in half like train tracks |
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I can't control it, so |
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I just put it in my music |
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And hopefully other killas can use it |
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Don't confuse it with the same old game |
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Cause the shit that |
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I kick could |
