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The 1st
The mind of Jeffrey
entered the scene and caused
Born in in 1960
As a child, studied much
on joined the army in '79
there at the base was 3 crimes
Known to all as mass mutilation
but to blame one of the was unheard of
Left the base in
Headed home to Milwaukee for a fun
5 years past, are going pretty good
Killed about seven kids in his
Not suspected of any type of
Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his
Four more men and boys were killed
One of the victims escaped out the back
Told the cops all the things that seen
That night, mister was in custody
Facing of murder, simple and plain
Told his lawer that he was gonna pleed
He knew was out to get him
So he "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism
He was convicted and the life sentence
A real motherfuckin
Of A Killer
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The 2nd Suspect in '34
He was the unwanted of a fuckin whore
Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was and raised
On the streets, Charles Manson was his
Went to jail, in '67
to San Francisco and found his Heaven
He was the of the cult group known as the family
was always in the circles
Surrounded by the thoughts in his head
Cause the family would do that he said
So he let them all in on the plan
To kill off and waste of the white man
So the black could have control and well,
it up beneath little Charlie's hell
Helter Skelter, got day by day
So they said fuck it and went and Sharon Tate
The next day they were for the crime
Charles Manson ended up doing of time
That's rite, he the life sentece
A motherfuckin menace
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
Locked down in the world of my own
Here's a clue when the demon came
It was in Detroit,
Took my first life to the age of 16
The quiet (?) is kept, you what the fuck I mean
Back and to every shrink in town
Analizing my fucking needle
One more year past now Im no again
Dropped some and try to kill my girlfriend
Broke her arm and killed the hoe
Don't ask why cause I really dont fuckin
But now im 18 and my wicked rhymes
drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide
Preminitions of death lie in a bloody
Up sort of 3rd world aftermath
But try to say that I'm insane
And pass the blame on my brain
They get scared when I try to kick the
Cause they know that Im the demonic
But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr.
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