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If i was a serial killer, they would find all my victims heads in funky-ass station toilets and if i was a serial killer, i would be strage and deranged and i would never change if i was a serial killer, i'd be know 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 get 'em all stirred up, decapitated bodies dumped on state 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 a serial killer, and though i ain't if i was i'd never stop because i'd know that i can't if i was a serial killer, i would drive a back van Songtexteand i would ride around the college campus and if i was a 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 light off this time i'm here to stay i'd wear human bones around my neck and have my ceremonies then go back upstair and microwaves aome macaronis you know what's up in my trunk so don't ask me to pop it once 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 was i'd snap a photo once they die on the spot this is if i was serial killer, and though i'm not i'dk now that i can't so i would never stop (repeat 3x) and i don't know myself 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 tryna rule the tunnels the tempest raining lighting bolts and fire rain ICP with mike e. clark again i wanna run with this hatchet wicked clown, 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 2x) if i was a serial killer, i would bury all my spiecal 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 Aus Songtexte Mania