This is a song about "Killer instinct"

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

My animal instinct, will tear you to ballistics

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,