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keep it in the family
03:24
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There was a man named John List
He killed his family when he got pissed
They violated his religious code
They paid the price when their blood flowed
First he shot his wife and then his mother
Then he shot his daughter, then her brother
He picked his oldest son up from school
Then shot him repeatedly like a ghoul
Keep it in the family
Keep it in the family
Keep it in the family
Keep it in the family
Keep it in the family
After his crimes List disappeared
He stayed hidden for 17 years
He changed his name, got a new wife
Got a new job, restarted his life
Then one day he was on TV
America's Most Wanted, for all to see
They told his story, shared what he'd done
Exposing his crimes to everyone
Chorus
The night of the show List was recognized
He didn't fool his neighbors with his disguise
2 weeks later, he was arrested
With charges of murder that he protested
He continued his futile dispute
'Til a fingerprint match he couldn't refute
5 life sentences is what he drew
He died in prison at age 82
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2. |
kill kill kill
02:33
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In the dead of night, I launch a home invasion
Victims vary in age, race and persuasion
I burglarize, rape, torture, and kill
And will never stop til I’ve had my fill
Sometimes I bludgeon them into submission
Sometimes I shoot them in the face
Sometimes I repeatedly stab them
And draw a pentagram on their face
Kill, kill, kill
Let the blood spill
Kill, kill, kill
Let the blood spill
Kill, kill, kill
Obey my will
Kill, kill, kill
Now lay still
HAIL SATAN
I am the Devil, I do the Devil’s work
Inside their home, I silently lurk
I swear to Satan, to whom I pray
They will never see the light of day
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can't take the tension
02:20
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Can't take the tension
I love to hunt, programmed to kill
I cannot stop 'til Sam has his fill
Prowling the streets, looking for game
Must "honour thy father", praise be his name
Can't take the tension
Into the night I walk with my gun
Stalking my prey, police on the run
Six people down, but Sam wants more
I'll gun them down with my .44
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sheets covered in blood
02:37
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I wear the uniform, but don't protect the streets
Hide in plain sight, where I stay discreet
I watch their houses, learn their routines
I prey on couples and unsuspecting teens
When days turns night, families go to slumber
I force my entry, unencumbered
Gagged and bound, they're tied up tight
Wondering if they'll survive the night
Sheets covered in blood
I place dishes on the husband's back
Forced to hear their wives attacked
One room over captured helplessly
There's no hope of him getting free
From screams of pain to deafening silence
Dreading the next round of violence
A piercing blade enters his skin
Time for the true pain to begin
Chorus
From theft to rape to homicide
In my ascension I take pride
The Visalia Ransacker, the East Area Rapist
The Original Night Stalker, The Golden State Killer
These names and more were how I was known
While harassing victims over the phone
But when I was caught at age 72
Joseph Deangelo is what I answered to
Chorus
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last ride
01:34
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It's been a good hunt today
Preying on women unafraid
Acting nice and looking clean
Got my arm up in a sling
This is your last ride
This is your last ride
This is your last ride
This is your last ride
I choke them and knock them out
So they don't scream, they don't shout
Drive'em to a private place
Hold a knife to their face
Chorus
Then it's rape, torture and kill
Can't overcome the will
Find another, then repeat
A craving never complete
Chorus
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