Everyone knows where the Mistress goes dressed like a slut with no panty hose
Tight leather makes her look as light as a feather
The bitch goes to men who are hitched
The slut enjoys being fucked in the butt
At night she's a sight
But in the day she hides away
Without her men wouldn't have reason and all would be well and decent
If she was caught she wouldn't be so hot
We'd cut off her head and beat her until she was dead
No one knows who's her pimp
But we think it's the man with a limp
One day to my dismay
I caught her ontop of my son having some fun
With that I knocked the whore to the floor
And pulled out my two by four showing her to the door
She said she needed to get paid because my son got laid
I took my gun and started to run
With great fright she ran into the night
I chased her all over town 'til finally she fell on the ground
With great delight I shot her in the still of the night
I was sure I killed her
People came out to stare at the dead bitch in her underwear
They looked at me like I was mad
Indeed it made me very glad
The police came and looked with fright and shame
They locked me up for 20 years trying to see if it would give me fear
But all I did was think of my kid
They day came when they told me they were to release me instead of decease me
But once they opned that door all I could do was think of that dead whore
To this day my face shows grief and dismay
Sometimes still I run down that hill
Banging on peoples' doors as I scream
The Dead Whore