Serial Killer - Lord Infamous

Serial Killa, I’m Keyzer

Serial Killa, Looord

It’s Keyser, sniff some coke, drink some Budweiser

Spin your intestines when this pin slice guts

Tighten up a red fire glowin' Uzi firearm

Knock ya fruit out cha pie crust, battle lighten up

Like helium, I’m a medium — I can tell you’re fucked

Now metaphoric gut' em, very morbid, crush nuts

Guts, no glory welcome to your horror story

Once again it’s on, forty stories, body in the quarry

Just look slim jim and get outta this grim

Peel, kill the pilgrims, burn the damn cornfield (ill)

Sometimes ya have to make a real sacrifice

He was crucified for ya life, you gon' be alright

Serial Killa, I’m Keyzer

Serial Killa, Looord

Vicodin, nitrous, righteous Infamous Titus

Check for his vitals, heroin, ice in my sinus

You want 'em dead, don’t make the devil (?) us

The honorable execution, the crucial hiatus

You want it over, gimme the yoda

Venomous cobra on bolivian coca

Soldiers like Soza, Mind of Minolta

Take me a toke-ah, spit his flesh on his poster

Step in the whirlwind, this where the world is

Kissin' his girlfriend (?) shot in the turban

Haulin' his corpses in the back of suburban

Scavengers, roaches pick his flesh off his bones then

Serial Killa, I’m Keyzer

Serial Killa, Looord