Maybe I should have killed four, five hundred people, then I would've felt better

Then I would've 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 fuckin' skull and use it 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

In a tinted Astro van lookin' for a whatchamacallit

Too much pride to beg your pardon, so it's slaughter when I'm on ya

Ginsu sword ya, let me see yo' guts and glory

We shall possess your soul and make you off your mother like Menendez brothers

I am wicked like no other, fuck you want?

Zodiac killer, Libras in the trunk

Smellin' like a dozen skunks

Cement they toes before I dunk them in the Hudson

Shatter jaws and break their teeth so forensics can't see nothin'

Laugh as I flee the scene

And make it five hundred feet

Police pull over to me

Asked if that blood on my shirt, said, "Nah, it's a pizza stain"

He laughed, gave me a ticket, said, "****, don't speed again"

But he wasn't Black, so you know I had to aim and bang, bang, bang