This is a song about "Killer love"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

The killer clown john wayne gacy jr. painting

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

Like a motherfucking serial killer i'm blood spilling

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Like cruel killer,badder then a devil

Serial killer villan dressed in everything but black

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Serial killer, stuffing bodies in a bacterial pillar

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Acting like you're a cop-killer slash godzilla,

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga