Serial Killa (Letra)

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Six million ways to die, choose one

[Kurupt]
It’s time to escape, but I don’t know where the fuck I’m headed
Up or down, right or left, life or death
I see myself in a mist of smoke
Death becomes any nigga that takes me for a joke
We hit a five dollar stick, now we puttin in work
Unaccountable amounts of dirt, death becomes all niggaz
anybody killa, you know what the deal is
Nigga, you know what the real is

[Daz]
I see some mark brand niggaz on the corner flaggin me down
Sayin, "Yo Daz, what’s up with the Pound?
Is that nigga Snoop alright? Aiyyo what’s up with the crew?
Is them niggaz in jail, or are them niggaz through?"
I said, "If you ain’t up on thangs..
Snoop Dogg is the name, Dogg Pound’s the game"
It’s like this they don’t understand
It’s an everyday thang, to gangbang
Make that twist, don’t be a bitch, let these niggaz know
What’s up witchu I represent the Pound and Death Row
And can’t no other motherfucker in L.A. or Long Beach
and Compton and Watts see D-O-G’s
Now, you can’t come and you can’t run, and you can’t
see long to the G of the gang
One gun is all that we need, to put you to rest
{Pump pump!} Put two slugs dead in your chest
Now you dead then a motherfucker creepin and sleepin
6 feet deep in, fuckin with the Pound is

[RBX] Suicide, it’s a suicide (4X)

[Snoop]
The cloud becomes black, and the sky becomes blue
Now you in the midst of the Dogg Pound crew
Ain’t no clue, on why the fuck we do what we do
Leave you in a state of paranoia, oooh
Don’t make a move for your gat so soon cuz
I drops bombs like Platoon (ay nigga)
Walk with me, hold my hand and let me lead you
I’ll take you on a journey, and I promise I won’t leave you
(I won’t leave you) until you get the full comprehension
And when you do, that’s when the mission
or survival, becomes your every thought
Keep your eyes open, cuz you don’t wanna be caught
Half steppin with your weapon on safety
Now break yourself motherfucker, ‘fore you make me
take this 211 to another level
I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil
Now roam through the depths of hell
Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell
Well…

[RBX] Suicide, it’s a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what’s my motherfuckin name?

[RBX] Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

[RBX]
Deep, deep like the mind of Minolta, now picture this!
Let’s picnic inside a morgue
Not pic-a-nic baskets, pic-a-nic caskets
And I got the machine, that cracks your fuckin chest plates
open and release them guts
Then I release def cuts
Brutal, jagged edged, totally ruffneck
Now everybody scream nuff respect to the X
Nuff respect given
Disrespect and you will not be livin
Word to momma, Emma, drama, dilemma

[RBX] Suicide, it’s a suicide (4X)

Now tell me, what’s my motherfuckin name
Serial killa, serial killa, serial killa

("Wake up in the mornin, to Lucky Charms cereal..")

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Serial Killa (Letra)

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[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 motherfuckers, not saying no names
But them other motherfuckers (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, give me an axe
I wanna smash your ribcage in half
For every time you laugh on our behalf
Will you let me another chance to redefine?
The mind of a serial killa

[Chorus x2]
Serial killa
K I double L A
Fruit looped out of my mind like Godzilla (Kill)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)
Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)

[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 stabbing to many bitches
I’m digging ditches with a mental mind state
Just slit up and get vicious within a dark place
Throw ya mercy 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 x2]
Serial killa
K I double L A
Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla (Kill)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)
Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)

[Tech N9ne]
Who’s the real killa?
Who’s the motherfucka ya love and I hate
But in the mist 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

[Jamie Madrox]
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 disgusted
Some will slit necks and into skull crushing
And killing people over next to nothing motherfucker

[Chorus 2x]
Serial killa
K I double L A
Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla (Kill)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)
Torture and destroy (Killa, Killa)
Serial killa (Killa, Killa)