[Intro: Dexter Morgan (Michael C. Hall)]

The ritual is intoxicating. This is what the kill room should look like. The inside of a big plastic bag

[Verse 1: Tha Roka]

Everyday I'm turning live people to corpses

Serving multiple stab wounds, the evil courses

Through my veins, mesmerized by the stains

'Cause all I see is red when I want to see your brains

You're afraid this razor blade relieves the pain

To die by my hands is an honor to obtain

Smile for the camera, plastic on the walls

Licking off the blade like a lion licks his claws

Gnaw into your face, rip off your lower jaw

The fear in your eyes what I love most of all

Your soul will be mine, saw in your spine

The terror needs a heart and yours will be fine

My heaven's a tomb, now welcome to my graces

Collect they hearts, taking pictures of they faces

Taking your love, aroused by your silence

Welcome to my kill room, welcome to my violence

[Chorus: Tha Roka]

As I slam a victim down hard on the table (Table)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yes)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, won't you step on up? (Come on)

Slam a victim down hard on the table (Yeah)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yeah)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, RazoR cut you up

[Verse 2: Sin Rip]

Silence isn't necessary and now they're fuckin' ready

Dark room with sharp tools, fuck a cemetery

Legendary in the neck of my woods

For taking these motherfucking corpses and choppin’ 'em like wood

But be afraid, they were chosen all out of rage

The last bitches found choked out and beaten and thrown in a cage

You're a slave to the evil and your pleas aren't fair to me be (Bitch)

Bitch called me the devil so I set your boyfriend in flames

And cocaine always ease my pain

I take another hit so I can pick at your brain

Your veins are calling me like a thirsty vampire

And I lookin' for the right bitch to bite (Right)

You want a funeral service with a coffin (A coffin)

I'ma tell you right now you ain't getting it (Nope)

You're the special one, you're the butchered one

Welcome to my kill room, welcome to my violence bitch

[Chorus: Tha Roka]

Slam a victim down hard on the table (Table)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yes)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, won't you step on up? (Come on)

Slam a victim down hard on the table (Yeah)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yeah)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, RazoR cut you up

[Interlude: Dexter Morgan (Michael Hall)]

*Crying*

Soon, you'll be packed into a few neatly wrapped Hefties...

[Chorus: Tha Roka]

Slam a victim down hard on the table (Table)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yes)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, won't you step on up? (Come on)

Slam a victim down hard on the table (Yeah)

You are looking at the highly unstable (Yeah)

Paint the walls with your guts and blood

'Cause the kill room's open, RazoR cut you up