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The 1st
The of Jeffrey Dalmer
entered the scene and drama
Born in Milwaukee in
As a child, studied chemistry
later on the army in '79
at the base was 3 unsolved crimes
Known to all as mass mutilation
but to blame one of the soilders was of
Left the base in
Headed home to Milwaukee for a fun
5 past, things are going pretty good
Killed about seven in his neighborhood
Not suspected of any type of
Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his
Four men and boys were killed before
One of the victims out the back door
the cops all the things that he'd seen
That night, Dalmer was in custody
charges of murder, simple and plain
Told his lawer he was gonna pleed insane
He everybody was out to get him
So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of
He was and recieved the life sentence
A real menace
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Of A Killer
The 2nd Suspect in '34
He was the child of a fuckin whore
Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was born and
On the streets, Charles Manson was his
Went to jail, in '67
to San Francisco and found his Heaven
He was the leader of the cult known as the family
Charlie was always in the
Surrounded by the in his fuckin head
Cause the family would do anything that he
So he let all in on the master plan
To kill off and make of the white man
So the black could have control and well,
Fucked it up beneath Charlie's hell
Helter Skelter, got day by day
So they said fuck it and and killed Sharon Tate
The next day they were for the crime
Charles Manson ended up life of time
That's rite, he recieved the life
A real motherfuckin
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
down in the sick world of my own
Here's a when the demon came alive
It was in Detroit,
Took my first back to the age of 16
The quiet (?) is kept, you know what the I mean
Back and to every shrink in town
Analizing my fucking sound
One more year past now Im no again
Dropped acid and try to kill my girlfriend
Broke her arm and almost the hoe
ask why cause I really dont fuckin know
But now im 18 and kicking my rhymes
With abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide
Preminitions of death lie in a path
Up sort of 3rd world aftermath
But try to say that I'm insane
And the blame on my distorted brain
They get scared when I try to the truth
Cause they know that Im the demonic
But Im but the crazed one Mr. Bones
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