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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 Letras de cancionesDumped 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 From Letras Mania