Portrait Lyrics

Portrait lyrics

Portrait Of A Killer



The 1st suspect



The mind of Jeffrey Dalmer



entered the scene and caused drama



Born in Milwaukee in 1960



As a child, studied much chemistry



later on joined the army in '79



there at the base was 3 unsolved crimes



Known to all as mass mutilation murders



but to blame one of the soilders was unheard of



Left the base in 1981



Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun



5 years past, things are going pretty good



Killed about seven kids in his neighborhood



Not suspected of any type of crime



Who woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind?



Four more men and boys were killed before



One of the victims escaped out the back door



Told the cops all the things that he'd seen



That night, mister Dalmer was in custody



Facing charges of murder, simple and plain



Told his lawer that he was gonna pleed insane



He knew everybody was out to get him



So he said "fuck it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism



He was convicted and recieved the life sentence



A real motherfuckin menace



Portrait Of A Killer



Portrait Of A Killer



The 2nd Suspect Born in '34



He was the unwanted child of a fuckin whore



Lived in Kuntucky, the place he was born and raised



On the streets, Charles Manson was his name



Went to jail, released in '67



Moved to San Francisco and found his Heaven



He was the leader of the cult group known as the family



Charlie was always in the circles



Surrounded by the thoughts in his fuckin head



Cause the family would do anything that he said



So he let them all in on the master plan



To kill off and make waste of the white man



So the black folks could have control and well,



Fucked it up beneath little Charlie's hell



Helter Skelter, got folded day by day



So they said fuck it and went and killed Sharon Tate



The next day they were arrested for the crime



Charles Manson ended up doing life of time



That's rite, he recieved the life sentece



A real motherfuckin menace



Portrait Of A Killer



Portrait of a killer



The 3rd suspect is Mr. Bones



Locked down in the sick world of my own



Here's a clue when the demon came alive



It was in Detroit, 1975



Took my first life back to the age of 16



The quiet (?) is kept, you know what the fuck I mean



Back and forth to every shrink in town



Analizing my fucking needle sound



One more year past now Im no good again



Dropped some acid and try to kill my girlfriend



Broke her arm and almost killed the hoe



Don't ask why cause I really dont fuckin know



But now im 18 and kicking my wicked rhymes



With drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide



Preminitions of death lie in a bloody path



Up some sort of 3rd world aftermath



But they try to say that I'm insane



And pass the blame on my distorted brain



They get scared when I try to kick the truth



Cause they know that Im the demonic youth



But Im nothing but the crazed one Mr. Bones



Portrait Of A Killer