Portrait Of A Killer
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The 1st suspect
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The mind of Jeffrey Dalmer
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entered the scene and caused drama
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Born in Milwaukee in 1960
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As a child, studied much chemistry
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later on joined the army in '79
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there at the base was 3 unsolved crimes
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Known to all as mass mutilation murders
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but to blame one of the soilders was unheard of
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Left the base in 1981
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Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun
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5 years past, things are going pretty good
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Killed about seven kids in his neighborhood
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Not suspected of any type of crime
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Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind?
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Four more men and boys were killed before
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One of the victims escaped out the back door
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Told the cops all the things that he'd seen
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That night, mister Dalmer was in custody
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Facing charges of murder, simple and plain
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Told his lawer that he was gonna pleed insane
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He knew everybody was out to get him
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So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism
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He was convicted and recieved the life sentence
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A real motherfuckin menace
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Portrait Of A Killer
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Portrait Of A Killer
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The 2nd Suspect Born in '34
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He was the unwanted child of a fuckin whore
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Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was born and raised
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On the streets, Charles Manson was his name
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Went to jail, released in '67
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Moved to San Francisco and found his Heaven
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He was the leader of the cult group known as the family
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Charlie was always in the circles
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Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin head
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Cause the family would do anything that he said
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So he let them all in on the master plan
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To kill off and make waste of the white man
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So the black folks could have control and well,
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Fucked it up beneath little Charlie's hell
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Helter Skelter, got folded day by day
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So they said fuck it and went and killed Sharon Tate
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The next day they were arrested for the crime
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Charles Manson ended up doing life of time
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That's rite, he recieved the life sentece
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A real motherfuckin menace
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Portrait Of A Killer
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Portrait of a killer
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The 3rd suspect is Mr. Bones
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Locked down in the sick world of my own
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Here's a clue when the demon came alive
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It was in Detroit, 1975
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Took my first life back to the age of 16
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The quiet (?) is kept, you know what the fuck I mean
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Back and forth to every shrink in town
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Analizing my fucking needle sound
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One more year past now Im no good again
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Dropped some acid and try to kill my girlfriend
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Broke her arm and almost killed the hoe
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Don't ask why cause I really dont fuckin know
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But now im 18 and kicking my wicked rhymes
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With drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide
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Preminitions of death lie in a bloody path
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Up some sort of 3rd world aftermath
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But they try to say that I'm insane
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And pass the blame on my distorted brain
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They get scared when I try to kick the truth
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Cause they know that Im the demonic youth
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But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr. Bones
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