Trophy Killer by Josh Martin
He sits, and waits, and watches your every move
Until the time has come to make his move
As your sitting at home in the comfort of your bed
He'll invade your home. But don't worry, its not the end
You may get raped
You may get beaten
But at least he hasn't eaten (you)
He kills for pride
He kills for joy
You just may become his embalmed play toy
He will take off your skin and eat your meat
And save your body because he thinks it's neat
There's no stopping him now, you're his 68th bashing
He enjoyed ending your life
Now it's time for your neighbors slashing
Until the time has come to make his move
As your sitting at home in the comfort of your bed
He'll invade your home. But don't worry, its not the end
You may get raped
You may get beaten
But at least he hasn't eaten (you)
He kills for pride
He kills for joy
You just may become his embalmed play toy
He will take off your skin and eat your meat
And save your body because he thinks it's neat
There's no stopping him now, you're his 68th bashing
He enjoyed ending your life
Now it's time for your neighbors slashing