[Intro: GZA]
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This is a tale of a town with the population
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Of approximately two thousand people
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They small close in their community with crime
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And murder, we're virtually unheard of
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With front doors, were always left unlocked
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A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams
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Boy...
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[GZA]
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For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow
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Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror
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Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it
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Victims inflicted with passionate punishment
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Specific offers of horrific torture
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That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers
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This ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
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Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town
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Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked
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Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks
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As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney
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So his child passion became a life long journey
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Grew into a world of destruction, abduction
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Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson
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Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched
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Screams is high pitched from scars you can't stitch
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Mutilated and decapitated, white collar chicks
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Just from his involvement in local politics
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His outfit stained with the blood of the slain
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While his backyard full of skeletal remains
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His goal in life, was preparation for death
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An autopsy showed affixation, loss of breath
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Was it his fascination, for strangulation
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The lynchings in the '20's was his inspiration
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Unspeakable acts that made front page
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Motivated by an unexplainable rage
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[Interlude: samples]
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"A suspected killer plaguing this community
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Has once again eluded police and detectives"
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"We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
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"This nameless, faceless murderer
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Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home
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Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat"
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"We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
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[GZA]
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The State psychologist, forensic pathologist
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Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious
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They ruled out the possibility that the killa be
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Physically fit with athletic ability
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Talley and murder, on his agenda
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There was no word, and it's code for "surrender"
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So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion
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Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion
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Compellin' evidence, statements from residents
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Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence
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From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
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The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva
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DNA directly linked to the psycho
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Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0
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For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved
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A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve
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The bullets had names that made the frames shatter
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Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter
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Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime
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Made a hard discovery from one of many signs
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While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner
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He reacted in a loud and agitated matter
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And once they tried to read him his rights
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He turned cold as ice
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Luminal
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Genius/GZA |