Jakprogresso - Dumpsites lyrics

Naw man naw she's real pretty and stuff

I'll talk with them
I'll get to know them, you know i
It's interesting of the features
Yeah I understand

I decapitate despondent prostitutes
And braid hair
Drive by dumpsites around the county
And think about the bodies I placed there
Alongside railroad tracks, rivers
And dead lakes
Victims lay at rest for years
In some cases decades a liar probably (yeah)
But, I’ll admit to returning to these sites
For the rush of sex with expired bodies
Now I’m headin' north i pick hookers 'cause
I can kill as many as I want
Without getting caught
There’s an alleged report


I got picked up loitering for
Sex on the street but the cops let me off
"He said he’s lost"
A little girl said on the stand
To the district attorney when in court
I stalk tennis courts beach resorts
Rust covered van is grim
Contain traces of salt water, sand
And panties ripped
Close friends and family like
"It can’t be him"
Water my lawn and wave to neighbors
After strangling cross dressers
And transients
I sleepwalk around my house drowsy on Ambien
Ambient green trucker hat
Redwood handled lumber axe doubled back
To pick up clothing left at the site
Where the drifter was abducted at
Left the hatchet, stuck in back
I cuddle trash like
Cholera-infested gutter rats
I need listeners to confide in
I spend time in solitary confinement
Rehabilitation visit, family signed in
I left a string of prostitutes stabbed up
With the same exact knife tip
Up and down the shores of Long Island
Toss the corpse in the back of
The pickup and drive it
To my apartment, get out
Drag it down to the basement
Like Gary Heidnik (Who?)
Take it outside and hide it
Victims are frightened and shallow minded
So I lure them into the
Work van with kindness shhh
I have sex with the headless
Ocular cavities and like it
Souvenirs are priceless
Refrigerated eyeballs and fingertips kept
Fresh in ice bins
Electric shock treatment devices
Barrels of chlorine, water
And bleach beside it pesticide lines drip
From tanks of the termite
Infested floorboard alignment
Pile bodies ‘til I have to climb it
To get to the door burlap bags of prime rib
Decaying, timeless
Random notes blood typed in fine print
I keep some women alive for
Sodomy with six-prong devices
But that’s private
I built a shrine using human
Skulls above my fireplace
Where my statue of Christ is you know?