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The 1st
The mind of Dalmer
entered the scene and drama
in Milwaukee in 1960
As a child, studied chemistry
on joined the army in '79
there at the base was 3 crimes
Known to all as mutilation murders
but to blame one of the soilders was of
Left the in 1981
Headed home to Milwaukee for a fun
5 years past, things are going pretty
Killed about kids in his neighborhood
Not of any type of crime
Who thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind?
Four more men and boys were before
One of the victims out the back door
Told the cops all the that he'd seen
That night, Dalmer was in custody
Facing of murder, simple and plain
Told his lawer that he was gonna insane
He knew was out to get him
So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all of cannibalism
He was convicted and the life sentence
A real menace
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 born and
On the streets, Charles Manson was his
Went to jail, 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 head
Cause the would do anything that he said
So he let them all in on the plan
To kill off and make of the white man
So the folks could have control and well,
Fucked it up beneath little Charlie's
Skelter, got folded day by day
So they said fuck it and went and killed Sharon
The next day they were arrested for the
Charles Manson ended up doing of time
rite, he recieved the life sentece
A real menace
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
Locked in the sick world of my own
Here's a clue when the demon alive
It was in Detroit,
Took my first life to the age of 16
The (?) is kept, you know what the fuck I mean
Back and to every shrink in town
Analizing my fucking sound
One more year past now Im no good
Dropped acid and try to kill my girlfriend
her arm and almost killed the hoe
Don't ask why I really dont fuckin know
But now im 18 and kicking my wicked
With drug abuse and thoughts of suicide
Preminitions of death lie in a bloody
Up some of 3rd world aftermath
But they try to say I'm insane
And pass the blame on my distorted
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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