Lyrics
Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people
Then I would have felt better
Then I would have felt like I really offered society something
You know, if I wanted to kill somebody
I'd take this book and beat you to death with it
And I wouldn't feel a thing
It'd be just like walking to the drug store
I crack your fucking skull and use that as a bowl for cereal
I'm so serial
Ted Bundy, give me money, Son of Sam, gun in hand
Jeffrey Dahmer, with two llamas
Inattentive, that's your man
Looking for an oops, my calling
Too much pride, to beg your pardon
So it's slaughter when I'm on ya
Ginsu soldier, let me see your guts and glory
We shall possess your soul and make you off your mother
Like my Nenets brothers, I am wicked like no other
Fuck you out
Zodiac killer, Libra's in the trunk, smelling like a dozen skunks
I met their ghost before I dumped them in the Hudson
Shatter jaws and break their kits
So forensic can't see nothing
Laugh as I flee the scene
And make it five hundred feet
Fully full over the V
Asked if that's blood on my shirt
Said, "No, it's a piece of stain"
He laughed, gave me a ticket
Said, "Nigga, don't speed again"
But he wasn't black, so you know I had to aim
And bang, bang, bang