House Of Krazees - Portrait lyrics

Portrait Of A k**er 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 ma** 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 k**ed 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 k**ed 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 "f** it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalism He was convicted and recieved the life sentence A real motherf**in menace Portrait Of A k**er Portrait Of A k**er The 2nd Suspect Born in '34 He was the unwanted child of a f**in who*e 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 f**in head Cause the family would do anything that he said So he let them all in on the master plan To k** off and make waste of the white man So the black folks could have control and well, f**ed it up beneath little Charlie's hell Helter Skelter, got folded day by day So they said f** it and went and k**ed 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 motherf**in menace Portrait Of A k**er Portrait of a k**er 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 f** I mean Back and forth to every shrink in town an*lizing my f**ing needle sound One more year past now Im no good again Dropped some acid and try to k** my girlfriend Broke her arm and almost k**ed the hoe Don't ask why cause I really dont f**in know But now im 18 and kicking my wicked rhymes With drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicide Preminitions of d**h lie in a bloody path Up some sort of 3rd world aftermath But they try to say that I'm insane And pa** 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 k**er