Ridding filth as Kent’s only exterminator
Hitchhiking hooker garbage, spreads her disease
also to me, but I choke as I please
Your face sets me off, I make your life stop
Helpless and down to hell your sinful soul drops
Keep a tarp in my car, don’t go far
Pacific Highway South one big titty bar
Naive sluts that do anything for a buck
Choked after a filthy fuck
River saturated with sluts obliterated
Fuck these worthless hookers, bodies found up to six years after
Face down in Green river, leaving their corpses with infinite laughter
You had me on seven, detective nothing on the case
Continue while I’m watched, laughing in public’s fuckin’ face
Hookers are a disease, they’re the world’s most filthy disgrace
Continuous victims, my killing paced at top speeds
Left no time for research, overwhelmed identifying bodies
Prostitutes affect me like alcohol to an alcoholic’s disease
Ridding filth as Kent’s only exterminator
Technology behind, lacking the tools you need to make the find
I roam free, amused at missing whore’s future discovered identities
Crimes are past, 49th dead hooker’s extermination is my last
I wait for breakthroughs, my arrest, my trial, I wait for the county to take care of me