If I Was A Serial Killer

If I was a serial killer, they would find all my victims

heads in funky-ass gas station toilets

And if I was a serial killer, I would be strange and

deranged and I would never change



If I was a serial killer, I'd be known 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 gets 'em all stirred up: decapitated bodies



Dumped on the stale 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 serial killer and though I ain't

If I was I'd never stop because I'd that I can't



If I was a serial killer I would drive a black van,

and I would ride around the college campus

And if I was 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 lights off this time I'm here to stay



I'd wear human bones around my neck and have

my ceremonies the go back upstairs and microwave some macaronis



You know what's up in my trunk so don't ask me to pop it

One 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 I was I'd snap a photo once they die on the spot



This is if I was a serial killer and though I'm not

I'd know that I can't so I would have to stop



And I don't know myself anymore

And I don't know who I am anymore



And I don't know who to be anymore

And I don't know who I am anymore



And I don't know what to think 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 tryin' rule

the tunnels The Tempest raining lightning bolts and

fire rain, ICP with Mike E Clark again



I wanna run with this Hatchet

Wicked Clowns, 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 x2



If I was a serial killer, I would bury all my special

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