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The 1st
The of Jeffrey Dalmer
entered the scene and caused
in Milwaukee in 1960
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 was unheard of
Left the base in
Headed home to for a little fun
5 years past, things are pretty good
Killed seven kids in his neighborhood
Not of any type of crime
Who woulda thought Jeffrey was out of his mind?
Four more men and boys were killed
One of the victims escaped out the door
Told the cops all the that he'd seen
That night, mister Dalmer was in
charges of murder, simple and plain
Told his that he was gonna pleed insane
He knew 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 motherfuckin
Of A Killer
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The 2nd Born in '34
He was the unwanted child of a whore
Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was and raised
On the streets, Charles was his name
to jail, released in '67
Moved to San Francisco and found his
He was the of the cult group known as the family
Charlie was in the circles
Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin
Cause the family would do anything that he
So he let them all in on the plan
To kill off and waste of the white man
So the folks 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 killed Sharon
The next day they were for the crime
Charles Manson ended up life of time
rite, he recieved the life sentece
A real menace
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The 3rd is Mr. Bones
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 forth to every shrink in
my fucking needle sound
One more year past now Im no good
Dropped acid and try to kill my girlfriend
Broke her arm and almost the hoe
Don't ask why I really dont fuckin know
But now im 18 and kicking my wicked
drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide
Preminitions of lie in a bloody path
Up some sort of 3rd world
But they try to say I'm insane
And pass the blame on my brain
They get scared when I try to kick the
they know that Im the demonic youth
But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr.
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