Call me Vehicular Manslaughter.
Just so I’m called a man. Laughter.
I don’t feel like one, but half with an equal.
Clashing together, there won’t be no sequel.
One falls, the other victorious.
One feels glorious. The other? Cheaper than one
I know I’m better than this.
Back on the road, ready to slaughter.
Your daughter? I got ‘er. The one who is hotter.
I hit the gas and she sass.
I beat her ass?
And I pass.
Oh hell! I left her in the trunk, Samhain.
Oh fuck! I’m in a funk again.
Oh shit! Left the window cracked with the rain.
My eyes leave the road and I swerve.
My life, in a flash, I observe.
And I crash.
Turn to ash.