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Black Ted Bundy, sick as John Gacy
Chillin' with a possible victim, she was eighteen
A hitchhiker hippie whore, met her at the liquor store
She frequented to help support the habit picked up in the fourth
Grade A piece of ass, so I plan on screwin' it
Slipped a couple Rufilin inside the bitch's juice and gin
Next thing you know, we're on Earl's burgundy carpet
She's kickin' and screamin', beggin' for me to fucking stop it (Ahhhhh!)
Look, you know it's not rape if you like it, bitch
So, sit down like a pretty ho and don't fight the shit
Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow around your bloody neck
Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull Gillette
Mop the blood up, put the body in the apartment
Stash it where we hide the marijuana and the condoms
"Hey, what's that?", don't touch it or even fuckin' look
You are Fantasia and the body bag's a fucking book