| I’m shakin' so fast that you could say I’m vibratin' | 
| There’s a sickness in my head a hunger escalatin' | 
| There’s no other ending to this shit so why the f**k I’m waitin' | 
| Hop into the darkness for my homicidal break-in | 
| I thought it out for many weeks I even told a reverend | 
| But he ain’t even listenin' 'cause I’m over eleven | 
| I told my girlfriend and she just said it was cute | 
| Then asked me how she looked in her f**k me boots and took off | 
| Sweatin' and my chest is burnin' like I’m on fire | 
| So much pressure in my head I could blow air in through a car tire | 
| I’m about to burst pop shatter explode | 
| And everybody’s pokin' sticks at me like they wanna splat me | 
| No one sees me when I creep I stay behind shit | 
| Check for open windows I scale across and climb shit | 
| Get inside and choke an old lady in her Craftmatic | 
| And like fresh oxygen to an asthmatic I get a thrill | 
| Every time that a door gets closed. | 
| The thrill | 
| Every time that the reaper shows. | 
| The thrill | 
| Every time that the red blood flows. | 
| The thrill | 
| I gets my proper dose | 
| Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill) | 
| Every time, (every time) every time (the thrill) | 
| Every time that the red blood flows. | 
| The thrill | 
| I told the doctor that I losin' all my will to resist | 
| But he was busy eye-f**kin' his receptionist | 
| He wrote me some scripts for time off and placebos | 
| Then set a killa free out his doors | 
| At home in the tunnels underneath the train station | 
| The urge suddenly attacks like an invasion | 
| There’s no reasonin' with it and it ain’t over 'til it’s done | 
| But once I finally do it it’s a lot of f**kin' fun | 
| I try to tell my therapist and counselor as well | 
| But they just say Uh huh until the time limit bell | 
| I told a couple homies and they urged me on to it | 
| If I ever had a f**kin' chance of fightin' this I blew it | 
| I was meant for it opened up a door and jumped in | 
| It was all over 'bout as quick as it began | 
| I started stickin' guts rippin' like I’m guttin' chicken | 
| Her life left her body and my happiness kicked in | 
| Woo! | 
| The thrill | 
| But when the high comes crashing down where will I be found | 
| I’ll be underground (burning away) | 
| And when the high comes crashing down where will I be found | 
| I’ll be underground (burning away) | 
| I guess all I’d say is that… | 
| Well why apologize I plead for no forgiveness | 
| I’m goin' straight to hell and I deserve their business | 
| Its useless don’t know why I have this illness in me | 
| This killness in me I always knew that to hell they’d send me | 
| Every day was a nightmare only all very real | 
| But nothing compares to enjoyment of the thrill of the kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (F**k you sick f**k) Thrill of the kill, kill, kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (You sick f**k) Thrill of the kill | 
| (F**k you sick f**k) Thrill of the killllllyaooo | 
| The thrill |