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 s*uts that do anything for a buck Choked after a filthy f**k River saturated with s*uts obliterated F**k these worthless hookers, bodies found up to six years after Face down in Green river, leaving their c***ses with infinite laughter You had me on seven, detective nothing on the case Continue while I'm watched, laughing in public's f**kin' face Hookers are a disease, they're the world's most filthy disgrace Continuous victims, my k***ing 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 who*e'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