Freeway Killer

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha "Believe he is a white male, believe he is a balding white male in his 40's driving a tan F-150 with loud mufflers. A few minutes later, a third shooting, right here where we are now. Westbound, the driver shot and killed. He was slumped over the steering wheel in the cab of his Big Rig. Uh, that was the third shooting of the night. And there was also, as we mentioned, a fourth shooting, also westbound, that driver was hit by the bullet, we believe some shattering glass in his vehicle. Police are depending on the fourth driver who was shot at and the second -er who was shot to try to give them a better description of the man behind the bullet" [Verse 1] I'm forty-seven years old, with little to complain about about Nice family, big home, but then my brain went out First it was the voices, and then it was more Started questionin' what the fuck I'm here for Garage door opens up automatically Enough artillery to suit a whole calvary I started drivin', the plan is not to get caught But on this world pullin' all-out assault I'm on North I-75, at 14 Mile A lot of traffic from the mall, but in the meanwhile My window down, .357 in my coat sleeve Approachin' up on a minivan, try not to weave I waited for her to look, and then boom Her head exploded like a water balloon I hit the exit, I never even seen the crash Back on the freeway headed south, and I merge [Chorus] Trucks, cars, station wagons, and vans ([?] right) Out on the freeway with death in the plans (That's the life) I'm chasin' murder just as fast as I can (In the center lane) Bust on the highway, just a shell of a man ([?] again) Trucks, cars, station wagons, and vans ([?] right) Out on the freeway with death in the plans (That's the life) I'm chasin' murder just as fast as I can (In the center lane) Bust on the highway, just a shell of a man ([?] again) [Verse 2] The sun is goin' down, I'm blinded by the rays I hit the open roads, lost in a mental haze My knuckles grip the wheel, this fuckin' shit is real I can still smell the gunpowder to seal the deal I'm deep on the prowl of my homicidal ride Somebody's parked with they hazard lights on the side Pull up behind 'em and roll my window down again He cracks a smile, as if he found a helpin' hand He walked up and said, "hello," but not another peep Because I shot him, he stumbled back into the street I quickly drove off right over his body I must've chucked fifty yards, broken up and bloody It finally ended, I maintain in my lane Off in their rearview, I see his twisted, laying frame I quickly exit and dashed down the side streets Trying to catch my breath, erratic heartbeat [Chorus] Trucks, cars, station wagons, and vans ([?] right) Out on the freeway with death in the plans (That's the life) I'm chasin' murder just as fast as I can (In the center lane) Bust on the highway, just a shell of a man ([?] again) Trucks, cars, station wagons, and vans ([?] right) Out on the freeway with death in the plans (That's the life) I'm chasin' murder just as fast as I can (In the center lane) Bust on the highway, just a shell of a man ([?] again) [Verse 3] [?] the lady sendin' text messages in their Jeep Now she's wrapped up around a tree forever asleep I don't deserve and clothes, wrapped up in my car Naked is the demon who took himself too far It's too late for regret, to late to ever forget I pull up in my driveway, forever in debt They jump out my house, the bushes, and my garage The freeway killer is no longer at large [Outro] "Don't move! [?]! Watch out! Aah! Get out here! [?] He's down! Looks like he's down! [?]! Now!"