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The 1st
The of Jeffrey Dalmer
entered the scene and caused
in Milwaukee in 1960
As a child, much chemistry
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
the base in 1981
Headed home to for a little fun
5 years past, things are going good
Killed about kids in his neighborhood
Not suspected of any type of
Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his
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, mister was in custody
Facing of murder, simple and plain
Told his lawer that he was gonna insane
He everybody 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 motherfuckin
Of A Killer
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The 2nd Suspect in '34
He was the unwanted of a fuckin whore
in Kuntucky, the place he was born and raised
On the streets, Charles Manson was his
to jail, released in '67
Moved to San Francisco and found his
He was the leader of the cult group 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 them all in on the plan
To off and make waste of the white man
So the black could have control and well,
it up beneath little Charlie's hell
Helter Skelter, got day by day
So said fuck it and went and killed Sharon Tate
The next day were arrested for the crime
Charles Manson up doing life of time
rite, he recieved the life sentece
A real motherfuckin
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The 3rd suspect is Mr.
Locked in the sick world of my own
Here's a clue the demon came alive
It was in Detroit,
Took my life back to the age of 16
The (?) is kept, you know what the fuck I mean
Back and to every shrink in town
Analizing my needle sound
One more year 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 kicking my rhymes
With drug abuse and fatal of suicide
Preminitions of death lie in a bloody
Up sort of 3rd world aftermath
But they try to say that I'm
And pass the blame on my distorted
They get scared when I try to kick the
Cause they know that Im the youth
But Im but the crazed one Mr. Bones
Of A Killer