Death Proof
It's white hot
White-hot terror
Full speed full on mad
It's a death trap
And you'll be released never
Or ripped from the jaws of death
Speed stalker
200 miles per hour
Steel and shattered glass
He's death proof
At least he thought this summer
Until he crossed these ladies path
This is the day
That proved to be a great success
A stalkers delight
A terrible blood mess
Twisted carnage
Appearing as an accident
Perfectly planned
Diabolical degenerate
Hop in the car
The wrong turn
Tears roll down
Rubber burns
Speed through the dark
No time left
This is the end
This is their death
Flashing headlights
Straight through their eyes
Drenched in the glass
Limbs to the sky
One last thought
Goes through her head
Rolls through her brain
And stick to the tread
This is the day
Now many months have passed
Different girls
Equally just as bad
He waits to attack
They're out getting their kicks
Something goes wrong
And now they're all are stalking him!
Jumps out the car
She pulls out the gun
The tables have turned
The chase is on
The chump's out the car
The creeps met his match
There's no chance of turning back
White-hot terror
Full speed full on mad
It's a death trap
And you'll be released never
Or ripped from the jaws of death
Speed stalker
200 miles per hour
Steel and shattered glass
He's death proof
At least he thought this summer
Until he crossed these ladies path
This is the day
That proved to be a great success
A stalkers delight
A terrible blood mess
Twisted carnage
Appearing as an accident
Perfectly planned
Diabolical degenerate
Hop in the car
The wrong turn
Tears roll down
Rubber burns
Speed through the dark
No time left
This is the end
This is their death
Flashing headlights
Straight through their eyes
Drenched in the glass
Limbs to the sky
One last thought
Goes through her head
Rolls through her brain
And stick to the tread
This is the day
Now many months have passed
Different girls
Equally just as bad
He waits to attack
They're out getting their kicks
Something goes wrong
And now they're all are stalking him!
Jumps out the car
She pulls out the gun
The tables have turned
The chase is on
The chump's out the car
The creeps met his match
There's no chance of turning back
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Ryan Joy, Anthony R. Foresta, Philip Kyle Hall, David William Witte, Gregory Nicholas Poulos
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