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On edge and running late
This prick is in the fast lane
Driving slow
Driving way too slow
Creeping up the shoulder
Next to this idiot fuck
Knock his ass into oncoming traffic
To watch him die
In my rearview I see the blood
All up on their windshield covering up
The morbid vision of someone crushed
By the weight of their truck for being dumb
Their cranium was cracked
From the vicious impact
Dead at the scene
Brain exposed to air
Skull fragments everywhere
Dead at scene
Speeding off into a fucking rage
To engage with anyone who's in my fucking way
It's time to slay, make my day, there's no turning back for me
White knuckles grip the steering wheel
I can feel, the will to kill growing more deep inside, this killer ride
Gets me high on vehicular homicide
Frenzied vehicle slaughter
This cyclist
Will die so quick
My bumper
Taps his tire
He swerves off
Into a ditch
Handlebars
Puncture his face
Orbital socket destroyed
Frontal cortex decimated in the blink of an eye
Brains leaking out, bystanders shout
What a sight to behold
An impaled morbid spectacle for rubberneckers to see
Hop on the turnpike
To plan the next strike
Grab my 12 gauge shotgun
From the backseat for fun
Blasting round after round into this biker's torso
Watch him crash to the ground, in pieces, still alive
Hydroplaning on guts I hear the tire screeching
Carrion road kill scum, is what this dude's become
Cruising on the highway, smoking a big fat blunt
Getting stoned while on the road but still on the fucking hunt
Fucking hunt
Frenzied vehicular rampage
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