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Methodical personality

Never socialized
Remebered as a loner
Dangerous sociopath

Stalked the lowest of society

The killer spree
Continued for twelve years
Make it out, is your life a real thrill?

find out things that always make you sick

screaming out frustations kept inside

... do it now! Do it now!
Killer, Killer, he knows where you live
Action, thriller, how much would you give
To be there, watching, when the killer strikes
To be there,
that they were only jealous 'cause

People are all the same
And we only get judged by what we do
My personality reflects me
And if I'm ugly then
So
style
I knew that they were only jealous cos

People are all the same
And we only get judged by what we do
Personality reflects name
And if I'm ugly
tweeking
I know God
Probably thinking
I should die

(hook)
Real killer
That is me
Real killer
That is me
Real killer
That is me
This is what you call a what
live with a killer instinct
You gotta die a little to survive
You gotta love with a killer instinct
You gotta hurt a little to get by

The streets
with him, but will he change really?
Some real killers, I think of Wayne perry
Fake 'til my nigga draws, what you want a name? Tell me
You ain't mean
him, but will he change really
Some real killers
I think of Wayne Perry
Think of my nigga Drawz
But you aren't a name to me you ain't mean to kill him
I am not of royalty
I'm an ordinary guy
From a little family
And the riches pass us by
No red carpets on the floor
Nothing fancy I can show
But when
always finding trouble 
And the road it fades away
And the road it's getting thinner

Get by on my personality
My name?
My name is baby

I'm camera
Lips twisted with a sensual smile
Promising you a real good time if you'll join him for a while.

Condemned by innocence
Wipe away those tears, he'll
The promise cast, the hopeful lured
Stabbing by the pointed words
Tortures of the damned you'll find
Guilt preys upon the human mind

All you
shock, what's happened here
A bloodshed caused by a young sick killer
Carnivore - slaughter as a kind of game

There's panic in the streets tonight
When we're talking and nobody's there
We're safely in the dark alone
A conversation that nobody hears
Is transferring from home to home
By
She's the Golden Gate Park killer
She's the scourge of 'Frisco bay
Where she got herself beat up and left for dead
By a man she felt true love for
But
a sex pistol
My love should be illegal
Real deal baby
I'm no counterfeit
Click, click

Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
If looks can kill
E-O-E-O
My body's
killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy
Ye ain't no killer, nigga, ye ain't no killer, boy

y'all niggaz ain't real, y'all niggaz ain't real
Y'all niggaz
seek to overthrow you
With the powers given to me
By your own weak mind
That turned on you today

I am the worst of intentions
That dwells inside
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in
the shooting 

Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing 

But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down 

Think I'm gettin caught by
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
click 
I'm a sex pistol 
My love should be illegal 
Real deal baby 
I'm no counterfeit 
Click, click 

Line 'em up 
Knock 'em down 
If looks can
I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the Whirl

Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak