[ WP ] Each of Bob Ross ' landscape paintings is a real place , the different locations of his countless murders .

Trees trees, where could they be 
 
 For I have in my trunk, another body 
 
 A dead man named Mike, for ive killed again 
 
 They think me a painter, not the monster i am 
 
 A dumpster wont do, this alley too public 
 
 Im not twenty no more, i cant just say fuck it 
 
 Ill never forget that murder case that i beat 
 
 Help me get this dead body off of this street 
 
 Lakes, and fields of grass is a start 
 
 As I load this corpse up into my car 
 
 But my lack of contentment still will not cease 
 
 I will not be happy till i see happy trees 
 
 Thick forest of green, filed in w my brush 
 
 Where planes do not fly, and dogs do not mush 
 
 For who is a more prolific killer than I? 
 
 Im Bob Ross, motherfucker, youre all gon na die
