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 and shut 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 his homeboy a license to kill And if he comes knocking I'm going to show him the deal
What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at
What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to 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 superfly shit So scandalous and everything about him is wrong Chainsaw starting up at the crack of dawn Leatherface is a pussy he don't compare He'll have you shitting in your motherfucking underwear All your homies coming hard better get a grip He'll kill your wife and your baby sleeping in the crib We got to stop and 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 shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at
What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your 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 Let's find the killer in you Show that motherfucker the deal And now it's real And now it's real
Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker Kill that motherfucker
What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that When the killer shows up with a gat You gonna have to grab yourself a baseball bat To remind this motherfucker where the home runs at
What the fuck you gonna do about that What the fuck you gonna do about that Your gonna have to face the moment of truth You know what to do You gonna have to go and find the killer in you
Compositores: William Frederick Durst (Durst Fred), Samuel Robert Rivers (Rivers Sam), Wesley Louden Borland (Borland Wes), John Everett Otto ECAD: Obra #5472618