Looking through her window, now my body is warm
She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom
Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape
Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate
Leaving out her house, grabbed the bytch by her mouth
Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch
Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin'"
Opened her legs and commenced the fukkin'
She begged in a low voice "Please don't kill me"
I slit her throat and watch her shake like on TV
Now there's a witness, all in my business
Sitting with a bloody body next to me I'm nervous
Now the time has come for me to make a decision
Should I live in reality? Or live in the television?
Here come the cops, will they blow me to bits?
This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic