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Ted Bundy Part 2: The Coed KillerOn the surface, I seem harmless,got a wife and a kid and I think I love them. Oh yeah, tie you up to the bed, by the end of tonight you’ll know love, So it seems, I'm a monster, ruin dreams, (with a) coeds cracked skull, I rush a dorm and abduct a girl in a frenzied lust for blood, in the woods I make her cry as I watch her slowly die. They're paying for my, lack of self esteem, lust for violence, crude pornography. Don't cross me cause I'm out for blood, don't cross me cause I'm out for blood. Insane its not for me to decide, along this dreaded path I ride, use my charm to lure you in and have my way cause I'm out for blood. Walks along the road, hitching for a ride. I am just riding, cruising for a bruising, your pretty face there baby has really got me swoonin', I pull over open my door, and say hop on, in, she falls limp her necks broken. Keep on moving, keep them clueless, state by state, they’ll never know. Keep on killing, the dead are always willing, murder rampage blood-lust, fuck-rage, keep that lovin' coming god these feelings are, strong. I pretend, I’m a cop, take a girl in to custody, drive along, I get a feeling, my jig is up. She tries to fight me off so she bites and scratches me, she breaks away and then escapes, “oh no!” Come undone, how the hell, can I be so fucking careless, I let her get away, want to stop but I cant when I get the urge, now I'm back its the cheerleaders turn, for that young flesh I burn, she’s young but she turns me on, 18 and deceased. It's Christmas eve a time for family, I'm out too far from Jesus, pints off blood fruits from the loin I reign this holy night. I’m drivin round smoking a joint, then the cops follow, pull me up get me out, and they slap on the cuffs. Right. I’m god, I'm devil, I'm man, I'm your father, your son, husband. |