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