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The 1st
The mind of Dalmer
entered the and caused drama
in Milwaukee in 1960
As a child, much chemistry
later on the army in '79
there at the was 3 unsolved crimes
Known to all as mass mutilation
but to blame one of the soilders was of
Left the base in
home to Milwaukee for a little fun
5 years past, things are pretty good
about seven kids in his neighborhood
Not suspected of any of crime
Who woulda young Jeffrey was out of his mind?
more men and boys were killed before
One of the victims escaped out the back
Told the cops all the things he'd seen
That night, mister was in custody
Facing charges of murder, simple and
Told his that he was gonna pleed insane
He everybody was out to get him
So he "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism
He was convicted and recieved the sentence
A motherfuckin menace
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Of A Killer
The 2nd Suspect in '34
He was the unwanted of a fuckin whore
in Kuntucky, the place he was born and raised
On the streets, Manson was his name
to jail, released in '67
Moved to San Francisco and his Heaven
He was the leader of the cult group as the family
was always in the circles
Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin
Cause the family do anything that he said
So he let all in on the master plan
To kill off and make waste of the man
So the black folks could control and well,
it up beneath little Charlie's hell
Helter Skelter, got day by day
So they said fuck it and and killed Sharon Tate
The next day they were arrested for the
Charles ended up doing life of time
rite, he recieved the life sentece
A motherfuckin menace
Of A Killer
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
down in the sick world of my own
Here's a clue the demon came alive
It was in Detroit,
Took my first life to the age of 16
The quiet (?) is kept, you know the fuck I mean
Back and to every shrink in town
Analizing my fucking needle
One year past now Im no good again
Dropped some and try to kill my girlfriend
her arm and almost 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 path
Up some sort of 3rd world
But they try to say I'm insane
And pass the blame on my brain
They get when I try to kick the truth
Cause they know that Im the demonic
But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr.
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