House Of Krazees - Portrait Lyrics
Portrait Of A KillerThe 1st suspectThe mind of Jeffrey Dalmerentered the scene and caused dramaBorn in Milwaukee in 1960As a child, studied much chemistrylater on joined the army in '79there at the base was 3 unsolved crimesKnown to all as mass mutilation murdersbut to blame one of the soilders was unheard ofLeft the base in 1981Headed home to Milwaukee for a little fun5 years past, things are going pretty goodKilled about seven kids in his neighborhoodNot suspected of any type of crimeWho woulda thought young Jeffrey was out of his mind?Four more men and boys were killed beforeOne of the victims escaped out the back doorTold the cops all the things that he'd seenThat night, mister Dalmer was in custodyFacing charges of murder, simple and plainTold his lawer that he was gonna pleed insaneHe knew everybody was out to get himSo he said "***** it" and confessed to all counts of cannibalismHe was convicted and recieved the life sentenceA real mother*****in menacePortrait Of A KillerPortrait Of A KillerThe 2nd Suspect Born in '34He was the unwanted child of a *****in whoreLived in Kuntucky, the place he was born and raisedOn the streets, Charles Manson was his nameWent to jail, released in '67Moved to San Francisco and found his HeavenHe was the leader of the cult group known as the familyCharlie was always in the circlesSurrounded by the thoughts in his *****in headCause the family would do anything that he saidSo he let them all in on the master planTo kill off and make waste of the white manSo the black folks could have control and well,*****ed it up beneath little Charlie's hellHelter Skelter, got folded day by daySo they said ***** it and went and killed Sharon TateThe next day they were arrested for the crimeCharles Manson ended up doing life of timeThat's rite, he recieved the life senteceA real mother*****in menacePortrait Of A KillerPortrait of a killerThe 3rd suspect is Mr. BonesLocked down in the sick world of my ownHere's a clue when the demon came aliveIt was in Detroit, 1975Took my first life back to the age of 16The quiet (?) is kept, you know what the ***** I meanBack and forth to every shrink in townAnalizing my *****ing needle soundOne more year past now Im no good againDropped some acid and try to kill my girlfriendBroke her arm and almost killed the hoeDon't ask why cause I really dont *****in knowBut now im 18 and kicking my wicked rhymesWith drug abuse and fatal thoughts of suicidePreminitions of death lie in a bloody pathUp some sort of 3rd world aftermathBut they try to say that I'm insaneAnd pass the blame on my distorted brainThey get scared when I try to kick the truthCause they know that Im the demonic youthBut Im nothing but the crazed one Mr. BonesPortrait Of A Killer
