Here we go again another day of gettin' paid  ready for the show then ya 'bout to get sprayed-(bbdddt!)  me and Trenchmouth are ridin' thru the hood  wit' the black trucks that bump  ya in the way ya gonna die (punk)  grab my axe 'bout to have some fun  so get prepaired to duck and run (shwit)  comin'out swingin'-bustin'at ya crew  Lil' Monos the name-bitch i thought you knew  kidnap you in the day strangle you at night  I'm a killa bitch thats how I live my life  i try to stop but i just can't can't quit  therapist said I'm crazy-so I killed that bitch  waitin' in an alley- it just got dark  I see a girlie by herself and I'm bout to stalk  jump out like a Jack in the box  choke the bitch to death-and get away from the cops  people in my attic left for dead  I hear 'em screamin' (Whaa!) but it's all in my head,  pacein round the house I'm startin' to go nuts  There's a girl in the corner and she's all tied up(help me)  tellin' me to help her and to let her go  but she's been dead for a week  and I don't know where to put the hoe  people in my attic I think I'm goin' crazy  but I love to kill so it don't phaze me    Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain     Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain     Mass murdera Trenchmouths the name  havin' fun or killin' it's all the same  I walk up to my bitch and I kick my game  but I did'nt get no play so I ate her fuckin' brain  I carry an axe - I also carry a Rueger  I'ma psycho gangsta just like Freddy Luger  don't let me catch your ass out on devil's night  cuz I study voodoo and I might take ya life  I'ma wicked grim reaper and ya know what I pack  and when I put it to ya chest it comes out ya back  then I stick my fist in and ya hearts in my hand  and it's pumpin' blood it's still beatin' man  and it gushes homes and I drink the red  then I grab ya little wallet and I steal ya bread  and ya little gold chain won't be hard to take  cuz when ya layin' on the floor I'll decapitate  yous a fake ass bitch like that punk Fred Dirsts  so I killed ya hoe too - and I took her little purse  and I don't give a fucks cuz I takes what I want  then I'm rollin' in my truck smokin' a blunt  I hear voices in the night in the strange moonlight  chainsaw ya scalp and dig ya brains out  bloodstains on my shirt I gotta wash it out  no more room in the attic so ya under the house      Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain     Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain     Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain     I grab my knife and the voices are calling  one more card and the sky will be falling  so why not live the way I wanna live  I'll take ya life - I got nothin' to give  I don't plan shit cuz I live for the day  I kill muthafuckaz who got sumthin' to say  I hate to be the one to rain on your parade  but I gotta loc - that's the way I am  I love to see ya face when ya bite the sand  I got a cicle in my hand and a piece in my belt  emotions are somethin' that I never felt  When I touch your head ya brain starts to melt    I was'nt born dead but it came real quick  I'm sumthin' straight up from a horror flick  And I'ma be a killa 'till the end of my days  And I'm neva givin' up on my sexist ways  I'ma psycho bitch and I told ya so  All the women are scared cuz I don't front for a hoe  I just move on murder, death, kill  I love this shit - it's how I get my thrills  I just now slaughtered 'bout 80 freeks  They could'nt put the pieces back together for weeks  I can't change my ways - when I died I blew it  So if I wanna take ya life - bitch I'll do it!     Killa The Pilla, murder is the game.  The cops don't even know my name  Killa The Pilla, murder is the game  I'll peel ya scalp and eat ya brain    these lyrics are submitted by Trenchmouth