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The 1st
The mind of Dalmer
entered the scene and caused
in Milwaukee in 1960
As a child, studied much
later on joined the in '79
at the base was 3 unsolved crimes
Known to all as mass murders
but to one of the soilders was unheard of
Left the in 1981
Headed home to for a little fun
5 years past, things are pretty good
about seven kids in his neighborhood
Not suspected of any type of
Who thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind?
Four men and boys were killed before
One of the victims escaped out the back
Told the cops all the that he'd seen
That night, Dalmer was in custody
Facing charges of murder, simple and
Told his that he was gonna pleed insane
He knew was out to get him
So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all of cannibalism
He was convicted and recieved the sentence
A real motherfuckin
Of A Killer
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The 2nd Born in '34
He was the unwanted child of a fuckin
Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was and raised
On the streets, Manson 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 head
Cause the family would do that he said
So he let them all in on the plan
To off and make waste 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 Tate
The next day they were for the crime
Charles ended up doing life of time
That's rite, he the life sentece
A real menace
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
Locked down in the sick of my own
Here's a clue when the demon came
It was in Detroit,
my first life back to the age of 16
The quiet (?) is kept, you know the fuck I mean
Back and forth to every in town
Analizing my fucking needle
One more past now Im no good again
some acid and try to kill my girlfriend
Broke her arm and killed the hoe
Don't ask why I really dont fuckin know
But now im 18 and my wicked rhymes
drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide
Preminitions of death lie in a bloody
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
Cause they know that Im the youth
But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr.
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