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The 1st
The mind of Dalmer
entered the scene and drama
Born in in 1960
As a child, studied much
later on joined the in '79
there at the base was 3 crimes
Known to all as mass mutilation
but to blame one of the soilders was of
Left the base in
Headed 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 thought young was out of his mind?
more men and boys were killed before
One of the victims escaped out the back
Told the all the things that he'd seen
That night, Dalmer was in custody
Facing charges of murder, and plain
Told his lawer that he was gonna pleed
He knew was out to get him
So he "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism
He was and recieved the life sentence
A real menace
Of A Killer
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The 2nd Born in '34
He was the child of a fuckin whore
Lived in Kuntucky, the he was born and raised
On the streets, Charles Manson was his
Went to jail, in '67
Moved to San Francisco and his Heaven
He was the leader of the group known as the family
Charlie was in the circles
Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin
Cause the family would do anything he said
So he let them all in on the plan
To kill off and make waste of the man
So the black folks have 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 were arrested for the crime
Charles Manson ended up doing life of
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 came alive
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 shrink in town
Analizing my fucking needle
One more past now Im no good again
Dropped acid and try to kill my girlfriend
Broke her arm and almost the hoe
Don't ask why cause I really dont know
But now im 18 and kicking my wicked
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 that I'm
And pass the blame on my brain
They get scared I try to kick the truth
they know that Im the demonic youth
But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr.
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