There's a motherfucking killer on the loose
And he'll destroy every single one of you
You better watch it cause he's looking for your ass now
Better lock all your doors hut the house down
He's making a list and he's checking it twice
He was born pissed and he's ready to slice

His reality ain't like yours or mine
He can shed blood I hope it ain't mine
He don't give a fuck if your crying for help
He was born blind in the chambers of hell
Satan gave this homeboy a license to kill
And if he comes knocking I'ma show him the deal

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showin' up with a Gat
You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

He's got a trunk full of hatches and shit
Bombs, gasoline, matches and shit
Anything to make a human die quick
Creeping in the night like some super fly shit
So scandalous, everything about him wrong
Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn

Leather face is a pussy it don't compare
Have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear
All you homies actin' hard better get a grip
He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib
We got to stop him, shut this motherfucker down
Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town
Show his ass who runs this motherfucking town

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showin' up with a Gat
You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you

Lay that motherfucker on the curb
Find the killer in you
Show that motherfucker what the real
And now it's real

And now it's real

Yeah, kill that motherfucker
Kill that, kill that motherfucker
Kill that motherfucker
Kill that, kill that motherfucker
Kill that motherfucker
Kill that, kill that motherfucker
Kill that motherfucker
Kill that, kill that motherfucker

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
When the killer showin' up with a Gat
You gonna have to grab your ass a baseball bat
Remind this motherfucker where the home-runs at

What the fuck you gonna do about that
What the fuck you gonna do about that
You gonna have to face the moment of truth
You know what to do
You gonna have to go and find the killer in you Writer/s: John Everett Otto, Samuel Robert Rivers, Wesley Louden Borland, William Frederick Durst
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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