Artist: Method Man and Redman
Album: Blackout
Song: Cereal Killer

Yeah yeah..
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
[Verse One: Method Man]
Slowly I turn, step by step / through the back window, I crept
Silent as a mouse on a set / while everybody in the house slept
I disconnect the phones and the rest / find a butcher knife
Cut the power lines to the lights / now a nigga wild for the night
I come like the living dead, straight from the dirt / back to a avenge his own death on this earth
Ever hear of Jason, then you know my work / down to the basement, the dog get it first
I can't help myself, my thoughts ain't my own / the voices in my head just won't leave me alone
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill / pissing on the car seats, flattening the wheels
So there's no escape from the fate that awakes / no one to witness the horror taking place
Yeah, now I'm on my way up the stairs / to the bedroom and my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care / with hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer!
[Verse Two: Redman]
Yo yo
Fuck knocking, kick the door, evict the four / Yell loud: "It's a stickup, hit the floor!"
You fish caked niggas, stay lippin off / Did your mama name you or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it? / I talk like I walk with a fucked up pivot
Niggas scream out: "It's just us bitches, don’t shoot!”, out to phone booth
I aim at your party, hit the wrong group / "Happy birth..." oh, oh, oh, oh
Niggas done snapped, runnin hunch back / Ducking brick walls, get thumb tacked
So run laps, before I body you / Bust out the sides, like karate shoes
Doc turn velcro when night falls / Central park joggers, wear bright clothes
Tai-bo five flows- lizard, centipede, snake
I'm a killer!
Cereal, cereal killer (This is the sound of a cow)
Cereal, cereal killer
[Verse Three: Redman]
Yo yo
I walk on backs like Mr. Bentley / After PPP stripped you empty
Gather round for rapid sound / Fourth of July was three months ago, should I pad him down
No one would fold both thumbs and eight fingers to square with Joe Jung
Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron / For white boys to snowboard on
So what cha, what cha, what cha want?
Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece Your school get dazed like G Phi G
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill / Take nuts and screws out ferris wheels
If you ain't Missy, payin' no bills / Body you in supermarket, no thrills
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill
Murda, murda, murda, kill, kill, kill (Cereal, cereal killer)
[Verse Four: Method Man]
Doc hold my coat, I'm 'bout to go low / Titanic MC rock the boat, Meth
Tone def rhyme, microphone sex line / Next time don't forget the TEC-9
Step, Bob digital, context is critical / Bomb threat these individuals that's on deck
So you the illest nigga in Nebraska? Hell no! / It's the master, number sixteen, party crasher
Flex, I think too much, I drink too much / My crew don't really give two fucks about you ducks
We over here Shaolin What / Spontaneous combust when I smoke a pack of dust
Ah what a rush, cigar the dutch / Method Man and Redman, Starsky and Hutch
I crush MC's / Can't trust niggas, niggas can't trust me
I'm a killer!